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A chair in the corner, one leg broken
And a whisper in the hall
There's frustration
Another walk around the room
Loss of direction before the start
Some say a lot with few words spoken
Some with peace say nothing at all
It's just a matter of motivation
To live, just a question of where to get love
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my tone gone
Words look for the song
Lost my America but made my own way
I believe to this garden
But on my face, the idea is showing
Shelter me for no reason at all
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my tone gone
Words look for the song
Sunlight slanting
Paranoid and
Feeling cold
A little fucked up, alone
Seems I'm spending
These supposed best of years
Quite unlike it says right here
Oh a little fucked up, alone
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my tone gone
Words look for the song
Just take the face
In hands spread open
And one to one
Let the power
You gotta feed the mouth
That's hungry, open
You gotta feed the mind
That wonders why
Just take the face
In hands spread open
And one to one
Let the power run
You gotta feed the mouth
That's hungry, open
You gotta feed the mind
That wonders why
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