Sunday

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She likes to sleep with the radio on
So she can dream of her favorite song
The one that no one has sung
Since she was small

She will never know that she made it up
She had a soul and we ate it up
Thrown away like a paper cup
The music falls

The only flaw in her detailed plan
Is where she wins back the love of her man
Everyone knows that he's never coming back

He took her heart and she took his name
He couldn't stand taking all the blame
He left her only with guilt and shame
And then she cracked

Won't it be dull
If we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us
To keep us comforted

In the dream I refuse to have
She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
We are Left to deal with the aftermath again

On behalf of humanity
I will fight for your sanity
How profound such profanity can be

Won't it be dull
if we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us
To keep us comforted

Won't it be odd
To be happy like we always thought we are supposed to feel
But never seem to be

Near where I live there's a viaduct
Where people jump when they're out of luck
Raining down on the cars and trucks below

They put a net there to catch there fall
Like that'll stop anyone at all
What they don't know is that when nature calls you go

They say that Jesus and mental help
Are just for those who can help themselves
What good is that when your living hell on earth?

From the very fear that makes you wanna die
Is the same as what keeps you alive
It's way more trouble then some suicide is worth

Hard to believe I fought the war on drugs
My hands where tied and the phone was bugged
Another died and the world just shrugged it off
 
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