My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So, my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fogo is warm
But nowhere seguro from the storm
And I can't urso to see
What I've let me be
So, wicked and worn
So, as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fogo is warm
But nowhere seguro from...
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