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He wakes up in the morning Every 7 AM Monday to Sunday From a crowded street He works like a honey bee Building nets but no dreams Wearing all the same way Hanging one kind of smile It goes so neatly But something stirs underneath For how long Out of the window No cloaks of heroes unfold Is there anyone can paint me A different color on my grey sky well Anyone can be my luminary When faith’s all out, and nothing left to hold on She stays up till the morning Every 7 AM She’d blow the candles out, and draw the curtains down To her the dark is like eternal pasture Where she can weave her dreams with the falling stars It goes so quietly But something screams underneath For how long Inside this hollow No wings of angels unfold Is there anyone can paint me A different color on my grey sky well Anyone can be my luminary When faith’s all out, and nothing left to hold on There’s always sunrise from the clouds There’s always moonshine submerging into sea And we’re all the waitings, till rain falls down down down. Is there anyone can paint me A different color on my grey mind well Anyone can be my luminary When faith’s all out, and nothing left