I see the clouds below
Like newborn animals
What does my neighbor know
From the time she has sold
It's only the end of night
When you open the blinds
While many weary minds
Seek to bury the light
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired
Still feather, synthetic eyes
Slowly greet a passerby
Look at modernity in disguise
And limits none defy
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired
Sometimes I get so tired

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