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Morning bled at the water's edge The city was bringing me down And my mind was on a ledge Saying who's gonna help you now? Without sun we pull what feeds us from the heat that's in-between us How can we expect to build a boat Seagulls running everything Hard. You make it hard. Hard. It's all the opposite I think The ladder runs side to side Enough to make you want a drink But there's no place to hide Watching shadows within shadows within shadows, They hide their dark self from the sun, And her voice is just a memory you're not fooling anyone Hard. You make it hard. Hard. Hard. You make it hard. Hard. From Letras Mania