Walking, I Stagger
Walking, I stagger
Lying down, I sink
Running, I fall
In silence, I think
I think, therefore I ain't
Always a sinner,
Never a saint
Never a winner
A picture with no paint
Flat, white, cold and bare
Point at me standing here
No expression, no hope
A poison with no antidote
Tickle my fancy, please do
Color me any shade of blue
Broken and bruised
Make me your pain
Walk away from me
But come back again
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