Larry Bulot - Alone

Morning is alive and well
the sun works on the hill
in the east and begins to rise
I lye awake in bed
and smoke a cigarette
I think of my day ahead
and my moments till leaving
on and on
same old same old
typical day at home
same old same old
wish I didn't have to be alone

Larry Bulot

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