I am a dreamer, don't want to wake,
You can't break my spirit though my dreams you take.
Really, it ain't no fair.
Falling down and down this oiled stair.
It's hot as hell, in this room,
Sure hope the weather will break soon.
The air is heavy, heavy as a truck,
Need the rain to wash away my bad luck .
I'm a cartoon in motion,
A hero who shows no pain.
I slip for a second,
And you laugh at anothers shame.
My head won't hang,
Caught in the wrong time, wrong place.
The wounds will heal.
To the world, I'll still show my face.
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