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Awake and it's half past threeThe young giving up on sleepMake friends with the ghosts that haunt my mindStare at a T.V. screenBlured fiction realityIt's the best thing to do to kill the timeI can sleep, [but it's still damn late]It's making me weak This recovery's got me so [low]And I still can't back on my feetI still can't back on my feetStoned in an easy chairFrequencies fill the air[A heart that] skips sixteen thousand timesA box filled with engine partsTo fix all the broken heartsVentricles [stretch by...]So I'll roll a cigaretteAs you clear the landing strip [Twelve feet] in the air and wave me inBack on the landing [main]Stiff drinks and hand grenadesLetras de cancionesMushroom clouds filled the nightAnd blacked out the stars and blacked out the skiesStill can't get back on my feetStill can't get back on my feetStill can't get back on my feetStill can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feetI still can't get back on my feet From Letras Mania