Where the Rain Comes In

There's no sound from where
 the rain gets in
 I'd mend it but I don't know
 where to begin
 drip-drop on the floor from the windowsill
 all is still
 A small dirty nest on the third floor
 of an apartment building on
 lone street, opressionville
 There's alway music in the air
 but time stands still
 In this old building nothing is safe
 I always go for a smoke once or twice
 on the balcony each day
 but today the antique
 reinforcement bar carved
 so I fell... six metres to the ground...
 I lost my breath
 all is still
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 The sky is big and blue, almost surreal
 But deep space is always black on my TV
 It's supposed to be out there
 Behind all that blue shimmer somewhere...
 (Twinkle, twinkle - you twinkle light)
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 In my hospital bed
 I'm riding out the inner turmoil
 of a drug cocktail the white-coats gave me
 I realize I'm in severe need
 of a new sheriff up north
 Gotta get those priorities straight, man...
 can't be fooling around any longer, man!
 You're not 20 years old any more...
 ... should I quit smoking perhaps?
 And maybe I could get my hands on one of
 those things that keep people occupied.
 whaddaya call'em... - you mean jobs?
 - yeah, jobs, that's it, a daytime job!
 I'm done with this bullshit!
 I'm playing, but nobody's paying...
 Falling of balconies just because
 I need a break from the music...
 Well, here's the big break for you... I quit
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 When graced by death
 I stood the test
 Found that in this place where I rest
 everything is too still
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 The life that I've chosen
 I go to it like a duck to water
 But beyound the horizon there's a big, big world
 and I think I want to see it after all...