.I'll make myself at home between our skies.
And I'll brush the rays off from your eyes.
You'll keep looking till your neck is sore.
I'm the existensial psycho, your my primadona whore.
I'll beg the moon to keep up the tide.
To cover the shore, so you have everything to hide.
We'l.
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