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I took a knife and a wheelchair
‘Cause I won’t be back home for a while.
You said I’d want to be a doctor
But I don’t and I need to know why.
Oh my God,
Just folded and burnt like a parchment,
Oh engraved like a star on the pavement,
Oh I believe in the past, I believe in ghosts,
In the songs I can write, in the problems solved.
I started bleeding in the desert.
I’ve been shot in the back the night before.
I’ll be lying on the railway.
I’ll be saved when the city awakes.
Oh my God,
Just folded and burnt like a parchment,
Oh engraved like a star on the pavement,
Oh I believe in the past, I believe in ghosts,
In the songs I can write, in the problems solved.
I just don’t remember what I say or do
And I almost forgot that you were here too