>Your words are empty hollow bleatings >Of a mental crutch

jeez, get a grip

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>>73380982
All around me
In the air hangs a wreath
Of blackest bile, and smoke
That only I can see

I open up my heart
And let it all in
And it kills all my love
And hope for everyone

[Chorus]
And it hasn't been easy on you
I know that more than most
I am born to be alone
I am just some lonely ghost

All around us
Hangs an air of darkest doom
And it flows out my lungs
And slowly fills the room

I open up my heart
And stick my fingers in
But you will never want
What I have to give

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Through flames and fire we carry on.

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Once I was not so happy and
Once I was not, not so sad
Once I was not so, so happy

I never looked down
I never looked down to see the little things under my big fat feet
big fat feet! Wow!

In the ground there's little things which teach us good things to know
And sometimes you can even find
quarters there (quarters there)
quarters there
which Will make you rich enough to buy a little thing to take home to the wife
to buy a little thing to take home to the wife

but back to the ground
back to the ground
there's ants, there's little ants there
and they work so hard all day
they work so hard all day,
they work very, very hard