Из альбома: Stretch Your Religion

I am alone
In here
Nothing is said or done

today
Plenty of time
to think
Plenty of room to be
alone

Everyday
I smile to hide my rage
I stretch
And everyday
I bet ya do the same
You stretch

Everything is
open
It is all hanging in
the air
Everyone is broken
What a typical story of
our time

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