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Out of the streets, Im getting paid to meet a new fateIm sitting on time while the morning bells chime around eightI got nothing to do there ain't nothing new with my lifethey say that youre the only one that can help me see it rightWhy cant i just see that things are falling?say, what youre gonna sayDont want prophecies, ill take a cup tea for the waiti think were out of time, cause you've always been so lateI just wanna be something different from me in this casewe'll cut the lines of my smile into a grimacing faceWhy cant i just see that things are falling?say, what youre gonna sayIm gonna need to find another wayto get to what you say to meis not really helpIm gonna need to find another wayto get to what you say to meis not really help, at all From Letras Mania