Getting up too fast
In a moving crowd
Morning breaks
Like bottles on the ground
Till you move a finger
And your eyelids close
I can feel you now
Oh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Love in innocent light
In the mouth of war
It will not be proud
Life is heavy
Begging to be moved
Direction lost
And your eyelids close
I can feel you now
Who is it?
Who is it?
No reason
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