Dont let there be
Something sour in my coffee.
There is fourteen year olds
Screaming get out of my country.
I wont let himrise just to say goodbye.
Hourly, daily.
The August cold
brings something bad in its sock drawer.
There is too much hate
covering up those once white walls.
I dont want my boy thinking Imonly to avoid.
Tread safe hourly, daily.
Hes the splitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
Make a morning pledge
To the heart of the city quiet.
Pray the daybreak sun
Can fi will up the halls of a sleepless night.
Bring one good face into this house today.
Hourly, daily.
Hes the splitting image and the oldest of two.
Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
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You Am I
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