Rarasita

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Rarasita

I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy
          To rip my heart apart and start
          Planning my crash landing
          I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
          Then I feel my soul start leaving
          Like an old man's hair receding
          I'm pleading, please, oh please
          On my knees repeatedly asking
          Why it's got to be like this
          Is this living free?
          I don't wanna be the one be the one to have the sun's blood on my hands
          I'll tell the moon
          Take this weapon, forged in darkness
          Some see a pen, I see harpoon.