He wakes up in the morning,
Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he´s rolling.
Never changes a thing.
The week ends, the week begins.
She thinks: we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking,
But we never say a thing.
These crimes between us grow deeper.
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.
Goes to visit his mommy,
She feeds him well, his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming.
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.
Driving in on this highway,
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction,
No words exchanged, no time to exchange.
Ohhh...
And all the little ants are marching,
Red and black antennas waving.
They all do it the same.
They all do it the same...way.
Candyman teasing the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss programs
Cutting the corners,
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut.
On the fence, could not to offend.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.
compositores: DAVID JOHN MATTHEWS
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