A silhouette coming out of the sun
A cigarette for the fortunate one
A feeling that the race has already run
Half a mile and the battles will come
You'll see the signs all over his face
A longing smile for the room grace
man to think on his sense
A black hole where the torment
He takes the grass up and
Contemplating tomorrow they die
In the dawn light the shadows will fall
No regrets, no feelings at all
And I wonder, will he ever learn
Slippin' under the tables of time
And I wonder how much further we go
Slipping under pulled from below
Sink your teeth into something unclear
Your blood curdle awakens the fear
Pain on my heart to the pain inside
A known word found across the divide
A silhouette coming out of the sun
A ci garette for the fortunate
And I wonder, will he ever learn
And I wonder how much further we go
Slipping under pulled from below
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