I sell my soul to dream wide awake
The inspiration.
The words.
An eye.
Two eyes.
Two pair of eyes.
A candle.
A sound.
A scream.
Now I'm going to blow out my candle and save me from misery.
My pics are waiting and my tea's getting cold.
And I like the idea that you don't have a clue what I'm talking about.
The words.
An eye.
Two eyes.
Two pair of eyes.
A candle.
A sound.
A scream.
Now I'm going to blow out my candle and save me from misery.
My pics are waiting and my tea's getting cold.
And I like the idea that you don't have a clue what I'm talking about.
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