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Sunday morning, back here again
Walking the cold streets again
Life's luster begins to fade
And I'm trapped inside myself
Day's are getting longer
I wish they would become shorter
Time's going by slower
As my anger grows stronger
Look into my eyes
They're empty and hopeless
A shell of a human
Walking among those who do not know
I'm slipping and I am falling
If only I were never born
Here comes that morning again
Here comes that old beat again
The rhythm that was always old
The song that I was born with
To listen to 'til the day I die
Walking the cold streets again
Life's luster begins to fade
And I'm trapped inside myself
Day's are getting longer
I wish they would become shorter
Time's going by slower
As my anger grows stronger
Look into my eyes
They're empty and hopeless
A shell of a human
Walking among those who do not know
I'm slipping and I am falling
If only I were never born
Here comes that morning again
Here comes that old beat again
The rhythm that was always old
The song that I was born with
To listen to 'til the day I die
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That's pretty nice, actually. I can kinda feel some of the emotions you've put in it.