so i woke this morning
and still can't walk
by myself
but I still have breath
so I guess there's still an open door
in this tug of war
called earthly life
and heavenly paradise
yeah, sadly as I'm bein' nice
\i''m also bein; sliced
left and tight
but can't take a flight
with my feet
yeah to getaway
from this heat
would be such a treat
yeah, 'cause my insides
have been beat
like in the streets
yeah, and so I weep
deep in my soul
but I still...
have no real...
control
over my
physical mold
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