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We all are stranger creatures than
When we all started out as kids,
Culture forbids,
We have romantic fantasies
About what dying truly is,
To fall off the grid.

We live for the night's decor,
It reveals what we dream of.

I know there's someone at the door,
They called for help, of this I'm sure,
But do I want to say goodbye
To all the glowing eyes,
I'm holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song
For the eyes to sing along.

We all know somebody who knows
Somebody who's doing great,
I know some people who know people
Who are flying straight,
But I'll kindly enter into rooms of depression,
While ceiling fans and
Idle hands will take my life again.

We live for the night's decor,
It reveals what we dream of.

I know there's someone at the door,
They called for help, of this I'm sure,
But do I want to say goodbye
To all the glowing eyes,
I'm holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song
For the eyes to sing along.

This room is far too dark
For us to stay around,
Redemption's not that far
And darkness is going down.
Make them stop.

I'm holding on to what I know,
And what I know, I must let go,
But I would rather play a song
For the eyes to sing along.
Make them stop.

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