Passing time before you wake You know why I never really got up that way You never want to see me at home You rarely want to see me at all Seven pills before you wake You know what? I never thought you'd end up that way Whoever thought you'd take it so far Whoever thought you'd die in the mar Rio de Janeiro Looking off Corcovado You know why His eyes are etched as sharp as a stone The down and out are propped on the hill I never thought you'd bend to their will Pacify the residents Even though It doesn't feel too different than then 200 days of fear in the streets Another evening under the sheets ...where did you fall? Rio de Janeiro