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Balcony Smoker you're standing there again
Glowing and fading for every breath you take
No singing ambulance, no car alarms so what keeps you awake ?
You hear the floating blood through your veins
The flood of blood, the flood of blood.

I think I know you but I've never seen your face
And I Bet you're lonely, there's a cloud of smoke again

I've got my new shoes, they're yellow like the sun
I walk to my new school,
Perhaps I'll make good friends in time
Blue winter jacket will make me look like them
I know I'll better be a part of the game
You Know I'm new, but I'm not special
I wanna fit in cause that makes impression

Got to get some gold medals
Come put them on my sleeve
Baby
And a diploma too with my name on top
For all the hardships and deeds
You know what I mean
Do you know what I mean

Tie my shoes and zip my jacket
I lock the door and check my pockets
I'm leaving the light on just for the sight
Might make someone think that I'm still around

Sold my bed, no need to sleep these nights
Walking rounds in search for stars these nights
The sky is perfectly brown instead of black

No, no more sugar left
No more soap to clean my hands with
No songs left for the choir

Oh, no more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
I raise my hands to reach the sky

No, love ain't just a four letter word, never!
Let me put it like this, let me tell you
You feel it in your chest and in your arms
You feel it in your legs and in your heart
While "words" are what you find in newspapers,
Have you ever read a newspaper, baby?
You know you can wipe your ass with'em
Or stuff your shoes or make a roof, oh!

I got a stone in my shoe.
I guess why I sit here with you.
On a bench in park in a town.
You think it might've comfort me, so the kissing has begun

You got the answers, you got the facts.
But I know the truth...
Might have some good lines,

Books oh books along a dusty road
Take to the right, right after the sign you'll find me there
My nose is bleeding from rubbing it into books
I'm working hard on an intellectual look

Got a piece of paper to put poetry upon
But I'd rather write a crib so I can cheat
Come on!

I sit here singing a song
a song that'll make you sleepy
Oh I sing a harsh hymn all through the night
so I won't fall asleep
Oh oh lil baby in my arms
I am armed
I'm standing in the line of fire

Nothing
We had nothing
Nothing but the air
That we were gasping for

Not much
We hadn't much
But we had many dreams