Awake and it's half past three
The young giving up on sleep
Make friends with the ghosts that haunt my mind
Stare at a T.V. screen
Blured fiction reality
It's the best thing to do to kill the time

I can sleep, [but it's still damn late]

It's making me weak
This recovery's got me so [low]
And I still can't back on my feet
I still can't back on my feet

Stoned in an easy chair
Frequencies fill the air
[A heart that] skips sixteen thousand times
A box filled with engine parts
To fix all the broken hearts
Ventricles [stretch by…]

So I'll roll a cigarette
As you clear the landing strip
[Twelve feet] in the air and wave me in
Back on the landing [main]
Stiff drinks and hand grenades
Mushroom clouds filled the night
And blacked out the stars and blacked out the skies
Still can't get back on my feet
Still can't get back on my feet
Still can't get back on my feet
Still can't get back on my feet

I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet

I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet
I still can't get back on my feet



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