Wake up every morning,
Feel I can't decide,
Look out of my peephole,
Have a little cry...
Crawl around the walls awhile
I need to fly... Fly...
Say, why you ask me questions,
I only give you lies...
Take my hand, I'll take your well,
We'll leave the world behind...
Hear the women moarning,
Feel the dreadful fear...
What's the use in knowing,
What's the use in tears?
Oh, I can't feel anything...
I don't want to die... Die...
Say, why you ask me questions,
I only give you lies...
Take my hand, I'll take your well,
We'll leave the world behind...
Take yourself for a holiday,
Find a girl and get away.
Take yourself for a holiday,
Find a girl and get away...
Say, why you ask me questions,
I only give you lies...
Take my hand, I'll take your well,
We'll leave the world behind...
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