Walk into the park
Sitting on the slopes
Light up in the dark
Just another smoke
An alien in the land
Lost my way home
I'm not the same man
Hollow bag of bones
Easy to paint me
Fill up my guilt
My flaws I can see
Buried to the hilt
Still far I must travel
The road hot and humid
I'm just shoveling gravel
Until I find your bed
Sitting on the slopes
Light up in the dark
Just another smoke
An alien in the land
Lost my way home
I'm not the same man
Hollow bag of bones
Easy to paint me
Fill up my guilt
My flaws I can see
Buried to the hilt
Still far I must travel
The road hot and humid
I'm just shoveling gravel
Until I find your bed
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