Stealing sleep from winter days thinking of ways i have failed the sun goes down when i awake these walls they keep me from my health floor interprets last nights memories these days i'm not myself i search to find the quickest way and then stick around singin' a penny serenade for everyone that's left this place i can't believe it's been that long soon i'll be gone killing time is killing me with cigarettes and brokеn dreams broken trees and stale footprints drowning in a still whitе sea and the reflection of me
( Horace Pinker )
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