Mourning Morning

I found a late winner
It's not a repeat
I wouldn't spend myself

This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place

Blew open and whistled
Free clinging on edges
She has only been that way, where

This is not, this is not my
This is not, this is not my place

Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to

Endless aiming, with bad habits
Please don't bend with closed arms
Mourning endlessly relentless
Just be glad that this is not real

Reading from burnt papers
They've come from your heart
You know you'll stay around

Where this is our, this is our own
This is our, this is our own place

Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to
Where I can feel anything real
Where I can be all who I want to



Credits
Writer(s): Pawel Osmolski
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