I am a prisoner in the sunlight / you are my cellmate in the darkness / there's a box full of mix tapes with titles you came up with / they can show us where we came from but not how to get back there / listening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers it's just weight for the anchor to keep your ship here
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goldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag / in a gas station garbage can / I'm filling up this evening so I won't have to at 6am / on my way into work but that could have been me / working behind that counter on the curb there smoking / we're really not that different just a few steps from exploding
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now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / to go back to the place where we started from / now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight
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I am a prisoner in the sunlight / you are my cellmate in the darkness / I just hope I wake up before this streetlight changes / you know this world is eating him alive / but you just can't find the metaphor to describe / the bottle of pills and the emptiness in the soft light
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now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / to go back to the place where we started from / now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight
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| Rocky Votolato |
