This is getting old and so are you. Everything you know and never knew. Will run through your fingers just like sand. Enjoy it while you can. Like a snake between two stones it itches in your bones.
I'm watching you You shall weep no more It's your last breath of air These walls won't keep them out They'll keep you in But who's going to protect you? Who? In every dark land In every flower bed
I want them to know it's me It's on my head I'll point the finger at me It's on my head Give it all to you Then I'll be closer Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms
I'm here alone on the telephone line I'm right where you want me to be And I'll wait alone and never ask why I'll be where you want me to be And I know... I've been here before and I know your kind Yo
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