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sometimes it is the mornings
other times its the dawn

no reason to get excited
says the little voice in repeat

bustling climax of the cinema-scope
and the horrors in my heart

we get amplified by the helplessness
and the joker in my soul

tough to learn not to dream
i am not that kind of a man

yet another excuse to smile
as we go with the flow

i somehow still get excited
when i hear of jumps

sometimes its the hope of a flight
other times its dawn