Besedila: Feeder. Polythene. My Perfect Day.

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Got this dagger in my back
The blade inside me burning
Change these colours in my head
Turn to face the real thing
So what about me, what I want to be
What about me, hear me when I speak
(I can't take it, I won't make it)
(I can't take it, I won't make it)

But sometimes I feel it
Do you know how it is
You wake up in the morning and everything fits
I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this
My perfect day

Twist inside me feel it break
The rubber band keeps turning
See the tracks worn in my face
Hallucinate, I'm burning
So what about me, what I want to be
What about me, hear me when I speak
(I can't take it, I won't make it)

But sometimes I feel it
Do you know how it is
You wake up in the morning and everything fits
I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this
My perfect day

My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day

I can't believe this anymore
I just don't see this anymore
I'm stepping out into the rain again
See my satellite in space
Sending back the weather
Try to find myself some space
Move on up the ladder
(I can't take it, I won't make it)
So what about me, what I want to be
What about me, hear me when I speak

But sometimes I feel it
Do you know how it is
You wake up in the morning and everything fits
I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this
My perfect day

My perfect day

But sometimes I feel it
Do you know how it is
You wake up in the morning and everything fits
I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this
My perfect day

My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day
(How come, How come)