(talking)
First day cold and just look at me.
I'm a total wreck.
Bundled up and over heated;
you turned me into this mess.
I havn't gone blind yet but i cant see.
I just stare into myself now
Look at stupid old me:
Spitting out lucky smoke rings round the moon.
Maybe youre coming home soon but you wont see me, no.
And now im terrified.
Now ive got this sick feeling inside.
Perfect end to a perfectly sickening week.
With nothing above the horizon,
you helped me, forget about whats below.
So im spitting out lucky smoke rings round the moon.
Maybe youre coming home soon but you wont see me, no.
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