Destroy another piece of the others,
master mind of Saturday nights,
desperated to get what you want.
Go to the club now, back in the morning,
remember that you slide in the grass,
stumbling with the same stone two times.
Words like stones to the little fish,
buildings can make you feel small.
Growing to feed the birds of your mind
infected by noises of something that you left behind.
Making some questions, changing the answers,
as you change the foot when you walk,.
here comes tomorrow again.
Here comes tomorrow, it comes from somewhere
as a heavy step on your foot,
stumbling with the same stone two times.
Words like stones to the little fish,
buildings can make you feel small.
Growing to feed the birds of your mind
infected by noises of something that you left behind.

Destroy another piece of the others,
master mind of Saturday nights,
desperated to get what you want.
Go to the club now, back in the morning,
remember that you slide in the grass,
stumbling with the same stone two times.
Words like stones to the little fish,
buildings can make you feel small.
Growing to feed the birds of your mind
infected by noises of something that you left behind,
infected by noises of something that you left behind ...
infected by noises of something that you left behind ...

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