I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Can you tell the world that I'm dying?
I played a pageant of the past
To find the guy we do
We could hear strange muffled cries
Like voices from the deep
Sometimes
Sometimes
The times, as we turned the page
We heard the shiver and the sound of rain
It trickled down the window glass
To light the tears upon the page
We took some dishes apart
Played about the winter world
All the secrets of the past
And the secrets of the past
Our past
Our past
Our future
Our future
Small andND
Small andND
Small andND
Small andND
Nana
Bye.
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