Jim Dinamita

Running without aim

Through the razor weeds

That only reach my knees

And when I'm lying in the gray sleep

I don't know how to walk the boards

I open my eyes and look at the floor

And now I don't see you anymore

There is no choice

We make a point

To counteract a threatening hand

Close my hold

Let's be near, let's be near the atmosphere

Running without aim

Through the razor weeds

That only reach my knees

And when I'm lying in the gray sleep

I don't know how to walk the boards

I open my eyes and look at the floor

And now I don't see you anymore

Any more

Any more

Any more

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