Razor dragging junkies line,
The bottom of the pool as I,
Swim towards the sun.
Every day ain't Mother's Day,
And every woman ain't your mum,
Sometimes funky isn't fun.
And it would be easy,
To become somebody else.
But at this particular point in time,
I'll hang on to myself.
And I... I... I...
I'm swimming towards the sun.
And I... I... I...
I'm not the only one.
And I... I... I...
I'm getting the feeling,
For everyone.
People throw Forget-Me-Nots,
Like nails through the flesh they're shot,
A tattoo with a name.
It's hard to forget pretty hate,
When it's the only thing that we ate,
And it's you I'd like to blame.
It would be easy,
To blame somebody else. (Whisper: I wanna blame somebody else)
But at this particular point in time,
I'd take the blame myself.
For I... I... I... I...
I'm swimming towards the sun.
For I... I... I... I...
I'm not the only one.
For I... I... I... I...
I'm getting a feeling,
For everyone.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
And I... I... I...
I'm swimming towards the sun.
I'm swimming towards the sun.
And I... I... I...
I'm not the only one.
I'm not the only one.
And I... I... I...
I'm getting a feeling,
For everyone.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
I'm gonna swim myself a right towards the sun.
I'm getting a feeling.
I'm getting the feeling.
Oh-Ah.
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