Oh wonderful one why are you like that?
glow in the darkness that's how we do it,
Just like the stars upon your ceiling
that put you to sleep after--
You cross the line in the darkness of your room,
in your room,
There's your head, it's damaged from the talk-talk-talking--
in your room,
There's your head, it's damaged from the talk-talk-talking--
in your feet, it's hanging from your tears.
Here, we are apart,
but not again, and again,
again, and again,
It doesn't make sense--
And in the end they ask you for your reply,
Don't you tell them what you found out--
there is time.
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