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The place where I stand gives way to liquid Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping The place I stand gives way to liquid lino the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The a crowd, search for the spaces And around time's gone, take ten paces Been up ahead, can't make or tale of it I drink till I'm drunk and I smoke I'm senseless
You see in and white, feel in slow motion I myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow The illusion of confusion is not from I am sat Recycle, recycle me Different of the devil's company, yeah yeah yeah
They lead us outside, us out quietly To the cage through the You see scars, results of my
The place I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping willow a weeping whino The where I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping lies a weeping whino
The mind's a crowd, search for the And turn around time's gone, I take ten Been up ahead, can't make or tale of it I drink till I'm and I smoke till I'm senseless
You see in black and white, in slow motion I drown in sorrow until I wake up tomorrow I drown myself in sorrow I wake up tomorrow I drown myself in, I drown in until, until I wake up tomorrow The illusion of confusion is not where I am sat