What's the difference from a Saturday nightWhere the light spreads dark around the drunk heartsIn their headless hallways where bodies areput on the market placeTo happiness endlessly taking pillsWith the young going downI see nothing or nowhereI know what I've foundMust be in paradiseNext year we will live in the countryWith our money, by day the sky buildsDoing our laundry and renting us some random machinesGetting our religion and sex on the TVAssumptions made simply to get awayEveryone old is already with meOn tiny decks enjoying midsummer weather and friendly companyAnd in their picture frames there you and I will beKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayBright drops of blood so my thoughts areI turn to lie down but sleep stays farI'm just an echo of the song going through my headThe light behides the ghostBut I'm the one that's deadAnd I think
of who you beWhen you're here with meMaybe it's a spiritual diseaseSliding through shoots of oblivion into infinityBack into our maker's handsNo more rain or controversyKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get awayKnowing what we've foundEnough to get away
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