jueves, septiembre 18

Do you know what I mean?

Step off a train, all alone at dawn, back into the hole where I was born. Sun in the sky, never raised an eye to me. There's blood on the tracks, and they must be mine. Fool on the hill, and I feel fine. Don't look back, 'cause you know what you might see, look into the wall of my mind's eye I think I know, but I don't know why. Questions of the answers you might need. Comin' in a mess, going out in style I ain't good lookin', but I'm someone's child. No one can give me the air that's mine to breathe. I met my maker, I made him cry and on my shoulder, he asked me why. As people won't fly through the storm, I said listen up now, we don't even know you're born. All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? I don't really care for what you believe, so open up your fist and you will receive. The thoughts and the words of every man you'll meet. Get up off the floor of the leaving line, no one's ever gonna ever ask you twice. Get all the fuss and bring it all home to me. I said listen up now, we don't even know you're born.

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