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First: There's a cut on my arm But it's nearly a joust, And the knife on my bed Merely mirrors the room. On the window still lies, Just white shoes on the floor. And the touch of the sun Is cutting my eyes, And it's coming on close, Soon be slicing my edge. And crawl to the bed But the back's still in place. Put us into scenes And let us escape. Or make us a role, Coming on, nothing less; Like a touch of mystique, But a hint of the sign. It's another long year, But nothing passes like time. Second: It's another sad day In another sad place, And a cut in the arm's Better than one in the face. And I'm taking the message, I'm still rather young, Not ready to give up, I'm still hanging on. Oh, I can understand you, You gave up before. It's another reaction To another betrayal, Just a lack of approval, Another sad day. But the reality bores me Like the dream of a home, For the sons of heroes, But the child sits down By the fire that burns And the fire that stuns. I can understand that You can't understand me. I can understand you, Can't understand me. Understand you, Try to understand me. It's not that easy To understand me. It's not that easy To understand me. It's not that easy To understand me. It's not that easy To understand me. Understand me. Understand me. Understand me.