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