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there are nights that I'm stuck in the crack between the street and  my heart, the light is shining down on me. I dance with myself, like the world had gone away. I've got shoes full of dust and a head full of wires, but they don't lead me anywhere. I laugh because the pain laughed at me first. I'll ask the wall "who said we need to be strong?"
I'm just a soul gladiator without a helmet, running to the war with a gray old hat. dancing on the fear like a light that forgot his name. I sweat out my questions that's my funky little game, a hallway for meditation on the floor. between the shout and a whisper we find another layer
some mornings I forget my name but I remember every scar on my name, the city drinks me with a long thin straw and I let her maybe she's tired too from hallucinations
I hold her hand like a promise never born, my head is spinning like a lonely thorn I hear her laughter from a broken sway saying: "all those cracks are just a runaway...
I'm a soul gladiator without a helmet, running to the war like it's a trap. dancing on the fear like a light that forgot his name. I sweat out my questions, that's my funky little game. hallway for meditation, on the floor between the shout and a whisper, I find another layer
give me a meter of peace under all this mess, I'll spin around until the pain forgets. if every dance is a prayer, I'll kneel on the road and  wait... for the green to light my soul away...

blues trance disco, choir, guitar solo