My wings are broken, I've been feeling for weeks
Tired in the bones, but I'm awake again
In the middle of the night
Alone in my ghetto until a quarter to eight (eight)

Check, raindrops are pattering on the window
I'm sorry, but I'm leaving you alone
I'm awake until the clouds are purple again
As long as the last ice cube floats in the tequila
Gray shower days, permanent mourning phase
But I stand until I have the last bit of power
Dark personalities, dark tinted windows
I can't show my paranoia to my sons
Eh-eh, somehow I'll manage
At two hundred through the 80 zones
I can't find sleep, but mom, your son
Is on his way home again without navigation

And sky-blue police sirens are chasing me
Because I'm counting purple bills with the white fairy
Time passes as if I were turning the hands
Deep into the night, but I'm awake again (awake)

My wings are broken, I've been feeling for weeks
Tired in the bones, but I'm awake again
In the middle of the night
Alone in my ghetto until a quarter to eight (eight)
My wings are broken, I've been feeling for weeks
Tired in the bones, but I'm awake again
In the middle of the night
Alone in my ghetto until a quarter to eight (eight)

I've disappointed you a thousand times
I'm out when you're dreaming
But my eyes are on you
You sleep when I go out
I come home when you get up
I should sleep when you sleep too
Blow a million at Platincasino
Eighties, I wear Valentino like Carlo Gambino
Yellow letters in my mailbox
White piano keys, black ski masks
And I pray that God at the Last Judgment
Forgives my sins because there are over a thousand reasons for it
This is not just a sentence I write
Dear God, leave a place for me

And sky-blue police sirens are chasing me
Because I'm counting purple bills with the white fairy
Time passes as if I were turning the hands
Deep into the night, but I'm awake again (awake)

My wings are broken, I've been feeling for weeks
Tired in the bones, but I'm awake again
In the middle of the night
Alone in my ghetto until a quarter to eight (eight)
My wings are broken, I've been feeling for weeks
Tired in the bones, but I'm awake again
In the middle of the night
Alone in my ghetto until a quarter to eight (eight)

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