Dull Day

The light from the window

Falls on the floor

And after it breaks

I cut my feet

On the little bright pieces

I glow in the dark

But only when night falls

It's falling it's falling

It's falling it's falling

It falls

My head is a nightclub

Club, clubbed to dull drums

Beating to slow

To dance or to breathe or to dance

I insist that you cut in

I a la flam bey

I'm drinking, I'm drinking

I'm drinking, I'm drinking

I'm drunk

Dull day

Dull day

Dull day

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