the scratches of a dark night the rashes of foresight and i wanted you ooh who ooh
the weight of my reason i have come to you the face i was given i have no similarities to
the spaces in the law look like the faces in a word book I get by I get by
the matches of opportunities the last thing i've never seen and i scream to you ooh-who-ooh
the pain i was needing was sort of true the one name i was clearing was the walls that grew
and the crazes i overlooked the leans into the cook and i did and i did
and i was screaming bloody murder and i was one with pain and i stopped by the roadside cuz it's from were i came
oh my god but its so far away it would seem accidents have gone straight to you and you've' changed your point of view and the places you're going to a get crowded i got crowded
and im so glad that you're mine twist up the fabric of time and im useless yes im useless
and the faces are bodies and your hands are feet let me roll around in things i cant believe but i tried yes i tried and i tried you know i tried |
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