On the floor, petrified
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before
I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature
I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature
On the floor, petrified
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before
Walking right, walking finе
Say hello, say goodbye
How I miss the sunlight
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before
I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature
I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature
On the floor, petrified
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before
Walking right, walking finе
Say hello, say goodbye
How I miss the sunlight
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