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Mother clutches the head
of her dying son.
Anger and tears.
So many things to feel.
Sensitive boy
good with his hands.
No one mentions be unmentionable
But everyone understand.
Here in this cold white room
Tied up to these machines.
It's hard to imagine him
as he used to be.

Laughing, screaming,
tumbling queen.
Like the most amazing light show
you've ever seen.
Whirling, swirling,
never blue.
How could you go and die
what a lonely thing to do?

Silence equals death,
this is what they say.
But the anger and the tears.
Cannot take the pain away.
How far must it go?
How near must it be?
Before it touches you.
Before it touches me.
Here in this cold white room
Tied up to these machines
It's hard to imagine life
as it used to be.

Laughing, screaming,
tumbling queen.
Like the most amazing light show
you've ever seen.
Whirling, swirling,
never blue.
How could you go and die
what a selfish thing to do?

Did you ever ask those strangers
what they're searching for.
Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure.
You were hurt by love
But still you came right back for more.
Il adore,
Il adore,
Il adore.

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