Remain on the path that's been set.
Our eyes they won't ever reconnect,
in hopes that one day our drunk necks will compensate.
But, that won't get me by.
Though friendly, you will hide
in plain sight we'll see.
You'll reminisce of places you have gone,
despite the fact your potion's wrong.
Buried by your words.
Sometimes they say it's frightening,
Sometimes I really am.
Sadly and shortly, it works
with no real subject in verse.
By now, you all should be rushing out.
Their loss is going to come.
Fine, now we'll humbly return to the
the masks you have bought and you've sold.
And that's the way it goes.
And that's the way it goes.
For the times that we have spent, it's been fine.
I know we can drink a lot more.
Gotten everything you've liked.
What you don't know is there's more crowd insight.
Would you know if they'd keep you close?
In a tragic sort of light, I'll be standing at the door.

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