This is part of your make-up To look as though
to call With eyes in front of your
mirror Your taste is rough As the show you
know
Well
Lay on your back And I
go and think it over Now Come out your land
and see
Feeling nothing but heaven The
world Coloured you like she does Without
them who always crush you madly Well what have
you done In your cloned
living**
Well
Even if it's
sad Then I'll go off hand it
over Well Here is the way to
feel
It's impossible out
there Well It's impossible in here You
know
Seeing nothing but halo's Won't
keep you strong Like the storm With angels
looking for hangman What they want She
figured out This dark raving
man Well
Lay on your back And I go
off it's over Well Lay on your back and
scream
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