Poor Boy

Poor boy Why don't you try getting water? Poor boy Why don't you try getting sleep? I think if one of us is going to suffer Why shouldn't it be me? Poor boy Your wife is in hard labor The rhythm you know Is pulsing and drifting to the grave When you come to You'll be asking yourself one question Was I always this way? Think back a year When everything stood at the surface But bandage your cuts 'cause you don't know what swims underneath Hold tight The bondage of this life is slipping And why shouldn't it be me? When I come back You'll be the brightest star In the black When there are days You want the call we're all waiting for Think back Poor boy Your wife is in hard labor Go buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave You went with a goal of movement Now one thing is different You don't want to change I don't want to change

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