Your milky black eyes
Resting on me
Your hand's like paper
On my knee
I kneel at your chair
Until you stay
But we will all go
This way
The end of your days
Will happen here
In this old house
And with no fear
This way, I know, This way
Resting on me
Your hand's like paper
On my knee
I kneel at your chair
Until you stay
But we will all go
This way
The end of your days
Will happen here
In this old house
And with no fear
This way, I know, This way
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