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Morning sun strikes me dead. Life is perfect after midnight when I'm looking at the moon.
Nonmoon's shining straight on my bed. It's far too early for a pure sunlight.
The day'll draw singing birds out soon.

Charming smile of living death;
That's my face in looking glass.
One for sure what I can say
Is that tomorrow came today.

In this town lost in lies,
Out of key, compromise,
There is just one kind of life
But so many ways to try...

Every day, daily view does "Peekaboo! I see you!" and usually there's no reason to laugh.
First-last coffee, cigarette, night still humming in my head.
Even God hasn't had his coffee yet.

If the Devil waits for God
With mischievous plan he's got?
Dazing poison Spite spills down,
In spite I love my town.

This small town lost in lies,
Out of key, compromise,
'Cause there is just one kind of life
But so many ways to try...

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