I don't feel the quite same
Since I left for home
And I am tired of explaining
How I still feel alone
When I call from the morning
She comes
But in the heat of the moment
She runs
I can't see a future in my irresolute ways
And I am sick of this torture
Running through my veins
As she breaths in the cold through her lungs
It's here to the silence
She runs
Drunken with no place to go
Or sober with no call to home
I stumble along this stone road
And the cracks in the pavement they show

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