Didn't you want to place
Didn't you want to show
No you've
I hear the door slam shut, so I know that
Your mind is all cluttered now
But you drag yourself along
I remember, one November we had our picnic
At the graveyard
I can feel something inside
And it wants to get out
Growing
Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream
Let's
You've got two eyes and pocket
Strange eyes of the visionary
No
Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist
Telling you softly of
Time is so hard to find when your occupied
Lost in
So the Golden Age passed away to silver
But that was
Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner
Not enough of
Sometimes I'm dirty, sometimes I'm clean
Sometime I talk in circles
We were sitting at the head of a car
And her
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