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mother is going for her morning jobas i am finally slipping into my hidden thoughtsmy lights come on just as they should go offno one is there when i am ready to talki'm ready to talkthe comforts here are just like the cloudsbut i must find the comfort in my wallsi want to sleep for ever and play outside at the same timethey say that the sunrise is nice but i gotta sleep off my panicwe pick the time of the sun as our common place to look at the worldwe store this energy in the time of no colorthey're right and i'm wrong and i got to find the timejust maybe there's more to this than just thati know that i'm wrong and i know that i just got to try itcuz my lights come on just as they should go offand no one is there when i am ready talki'm ready to talk Aus Songtexte Mania