Sometimes I stare, I don't know why, I don't know where,
Nor why I'm here, but it's OK, cause I feel safe, and it's no working day
Then I get up, and take a breath, a taste of blood,
And slightly deaf, but it's OK, cause I feel safe, and it's no working day
Passing by enormous black and white ads for lingerie
Carrying the burden of a boy who's not to weep
Suffering from the young stud urban middle class disease
Boozing for forgiveness we can't help our vanities
Another day another time bewildered by my quest
We declare the night be over and put myself to rest
Morning after, lazy laughter, sunrise in the west
An uncleaned bathroom mirror shows a young man at hist best
Let's burn down the night
Don't get burned inside
Don't burn your mind
You might need your mind sometime

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