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burnt to a crisp i cant sleep from the sound of the train of thought inside of me so i grab the keys as the clock it starts to smile 5 in the am seems so surreal where the red lights are friends with the automobiles and just want you to stop and say hi for awhile cuz we just want to be heard and act like we're better than anyone else or not to feel lower so laugh when they cry jump when they're down smile when they frown we're all going down.. we're all going down so take a hi-five from another zombie that walks in the bar straight out of a movie where 10 dollar drinks are the highlight of his week and all of the kitty cats get out their catty kits sit and they talk shit bout this bitch and that bitch and makes me feel a little better about me From Letras Mania