Don't speak with words, they won't keep me warm,I have
See, I can't feel, I can't breath, I am smittenEven
Howling boy,And he is coming out,Howling boy,And he is coming.Boy,
In my next life I won't,Listen to anyone,Who says that
I opened up my eyes to a,Sunshine yellow.I lifted up
It would take a better man than you,To win this
Screaming, screaming, screaming.Is these something you want,Is these something y
See you coming with your sister,See her skin her hands
Oh stupid me whenIt just slipped from my handO you
Nothing to do on a Sunday.But watch the cars go
I don't want to, go only like this,And I don't
I spendHalf my lifeSleepingAnd I spendhalf my timeDreamingThat lifeIsn't what
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