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I'm my own leader, walking in circles
Balancing between days and nights
My whole life is waiting for something from me
Half-smile, half-moon, every afternoon

My Indian poppy
My Thai flower
You're the sweet thing I have
And you hurt me so bad

What was gone is back again
I'm just a little tired
I don't know if this will end soon
My knee hurts
And there's nothing to do now

What are angels for?
Happiness lives here with me until further notice
Another one is living my life now
I know what he dreams, thinks, and feels
My indifference isn’t a coincidence
I'm a copy of what I do
What we have is what’s left
And we’re wanting too much

My Indian poppy
My Thai flower
You're the sweet thing I have
And you hurt me so bad

There’s a chaos that corrupts and grows
Maybe it is, but I’m ready for one more
What distorts and teaches?
What have we done with our own lives?

The mechanism of friendship
The math of lovers
Now it’s just crafts
The rest is rubble

But of course, we won’t harm you
That’s not why we’re here
Every kid with their own pocket knife
Every leader with their own .38

My Indian poppy
My Thai flower

Enough, I'm going to change my life
Let the glass fill to the brim
'Cause I want a sunny day
In a glass of water