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Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me
How do I keep from getting in my own way?
And don’t sugar-coat at all, be brutal
Running around without fire
While too many minutes tick tick tick by
Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me
How do I keep from getting in my own way?
He left a thought in my brain, whispering:
You’re maybe not the greatest, but you’re good, you’re different
And know that I always keep an eye on your work
It’s easier to talk here
It’s easier for me to catch your ear
But sun at Fire Island, what do you mean?
Am I dead? Am I dead?
Am I dead? Am I dead?
Am I dead? Am I? Am I?
Am I fucking useless?
No-one reads what I’ve said, no-one gets in my head
Am I dead? Am I? Am I? Am I fucking useless?
The sun said: Baby it’s tough!
But don’t get low
Our work is humble
Daily I rise, daily you write
Baby it’s tough!
But don’t lose hope
Our work is humble
Daily I rise, daily you write that poem
Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me
How do I keep from getting in my own way?
And don’t sugar-coat at all, be brutal
Running around without fire
While too many minutes tick tick tick by
Hey sun at Fire Island, can you tell me…