lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa...
lalada.
lalala.
lalada.
We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids
Culture forbids We have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is 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.
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa...
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa.
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.
This room is far too dark for us to stay around.
Redemption's not that far and darkness is going down.
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa...
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa.
I'm holding on to what I know And what I know, I must let go But I would rather play a song for eyes to sing along.
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa...
lalada.
lalalaa.
lalada.
lalaa.
for eyes to sing along.
Make them stop.
Make them stop.
Make them stop.
Make them stop.
Make them stop.

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