Living in a jar, think the lids the sky,
You’re hoping for a savior on your cross outside.
Stars are just a million little fireflies,
The sun is just the whole world and the light outside.
Holding out for rest but on the seventh day,
I’ve created nothing and I’m wide awake,
So can I tie my key to your electric kite?
The rooster crowed twice and you can’t sleep at night.
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