Tytuł: Three Days Old

• Wykonawca: I Mother Earth
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The poetry of this hangover
  I don't want to think, not
  Too hard anyway
  The scenery and fish, they're bad
  Take another breath, another look and swallow
  Holding the hand of hard times
  And fallout
  It could be worse...my star could fall
  
  Pacified by little things
  Tones of beige and green seem
  To halt a scream in waiting
  All red eyes, all heads thinking
  No one says anything I can
  Hear down here on the floor
  Where I belong
  
  Too young to find the horses
  Too young fighting causes
  I get overwhelmed
  And I feel three days old
  
  Another day goes and fails
  The people lose control just 'cause
  Things are going slow
  Your corduroy coat has left you
  Just when you're feeling the wind
  And cold
  Then comes a rain of old thoughts
  That always have to wreck my high
  And bring me down
  
  You and I are not the same
  You like everything
  Arms wave in a spin, blown by
  Things I've hated, I've faded to the point
  Where I'm not all there
  Curled up on the floor
  Where I belong