fell asleep at the top of the tower
i was there for a half of an hour
there was snow on the ground
and the trees looked white
i can never feel my hands anymore
all along the courtyard
writing letters on the graves
on the top of the top of the tower
i was there for a half of an hour
there was snow in your hair
and you eyes looked wide
i can never by suprised anymore
watching people falling down
oh it's nice here underground
tell me what u think about me
i wonder what u think about me

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