Bound up tight, tracking on throughout the night, to get
Excuse me, do you have the time?
Automatons can make the
We've been terse, but
It's been a beautiful time
Blame it on
All of the children watch
Their minds off
But we could escape
This is where we are
Soft and approaching light
Over the hill
Youth'll
Jesus, I deeply need my share
Who am I talking too,
This is to the grey life
This is to the grey
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