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My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty

You can ease it to me

I just need your empty mind

My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy

And I read no fiction

Is it me or everything in my bones?

My head is sick and my love is tipsy

Is it me; no fiction

I just need your empty mind

My mind electric, my soul reflected

I can hear the ticket

Am I real, or are you the fool?

I’m still alone, I’m

Still alone, still

Still alone as a clown

Still alone, I’m

Still alone, still

Still as lost as I’m found

Still alone, I’m

Still alone, still

Still alone as a clown

My eyes are stitches, my love’s a stick shift

I can squeeze or make it

Is it real, or just a dream of mine?

My blood is tipping, my horse is limping

I can ease, or sink in

I just need some grand design

I’m still alone, I’m

Still alone, still

Still alone as a clown

Still alone, I’m

Still alone, still

Still alone but to mount

Oh, it’s what I found

Oh, it’s what I found

Oh, it’s what I found

Oh, it’s what I found

Oh, it’s what I found

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

Oh-oo, woh

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