3/16/09: I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way.
And it's go boys go, they time your every breath. And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death, but you go.
But its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And theres a five o'clock me inside my clothes Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah.
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3/16/09:
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
And it's go boys go,
they time your every breath.
And every day you're in this place
you're two days nearer death, but you go.
But its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And theres a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah.
;O]
Mr. Carl
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