What a pretty day! All grass is grey. Mushroom way.
Cold and halogen. So simple thoughts, like summer rain.
Someone I could feel.
It's just a ghost of our past.
Doctor says you're dead.
I have so much pretty things for you.
Everyone's invited. Enter here, no way out.
They give me some pills, and I feel better day by day.
Call me every night.
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