Split By Five

If a kid walks out in the street and gets hit by a car
Is it any different if he gets hit by a falling star
Just cus his mother dreams he'll be a king doesn't mean he'll be a king

It's all the same to me, that's why I come in here
It's just like a dream to me that's never really clear

If a childs heart don't beat anymore
Because his folks left him out in the cold
And if brother don't get home tonight
Because he's gone too far
Six million things like that in my brain
Do my job and you'll feel the same

They switched my shift now I'm on pretty late
I'll never see prime time again
But I'm ready if they'll give me a chance or
I could wave goodbye to the whole damn thing
Everything real is based on trust
I'll do radio if I must



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Mancuso
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