like a turtle on it's back like a blind man walking the streets of new york like a fire in a glass my heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag i seperate the memories i think of the things that i've done wrong i throw them away to conceal the pain it was one long night i've been beat down trapped so deep i can't even breath i scream an unanswered call it's six forty-two in the a.m. when the brustle meets the rush as the blind man walks the streets of new york as the fire turns to smoke the lack of oxygen causes me to choke i bet you can't live life like that
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