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Paroles: The Servant. On Your Knees Kid.

Look at my life just going nowhere
I am on my knees
The fat sun runs down over my shoulder
As I walk the streets
O I go creeping up that hill
Looking for something to feel

The city sucks on all the people like they?re sleeping pills

And as she starts to shut her eyes
Like Peter Pan I rise

Look at your life just going nowhere
You are on your knees

And as you start to shut her eyes
Like Peter Pan I rise

Coz up in a cloud it seems the city is just a dream

O yeahhhh

On your knees
On your knees
Get down on your knees

(Thanks to Jack17-8 for these lyrics)