(Barson) When I get home it's late at night, I'm black and bloody from my life, I haven't time to clean my hands, Cuts will only sting me through my dreams. It's well past midnight as I lie In a semi-conscious state. I dream of people fighting me Without any reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. After eating I go out, People passing by me shout. I can't stand this agony Why don't they talk to me? In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. ...
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