Days go by. Turn into weeks.
I`m not vagrant but I`ve really
Nothing to speak of... life`s purposes evading me.
Try oh though I might,
Can`t keep `em in my sight... And now who`s controlling me?
If it`s not myself, it must be someone else you see.
Face down in a pool of my own sorrow.
Will it last or will it leave tomorrow?
Broken man, he`s got you on his mind.
All life`s rewards are broken dreams someone forgot I guess;
Forgot to wake me up you see.
Are you suprised the world`s not free?
Now words are all you`ve got,
Words aren`t good enough for me.
You`ve gutta move if you`ll be free.
You gutta bow your head.
You gutta give it up.
Be free.
Face down in a pool of my own sorrow.
Will it last or will it leave tomorrow?
Broken man, he`s got you on his mind.
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