Who is the world
who is the world
who is the world
who
Puddles have turned to lakes
And we are playing out the
I do not want to explain
and I'm not going to
I
when you find it
take it with you
don't you lose what
worked
Let's go outside, my dear
in the murderous night
Let's go out
No one sentenced us
and we kept on
Unpoliced
we drew uncertain
We've gotta leave this town or leave this party
Just head
There are three days, and four nights to go
And I
You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
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