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Livin' in the basement and losin' my mind, |
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Smokin' mother nature until |
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I go blind, |
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And if you live long enough you're bound to see it all, |
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For example take the girly apparition in my hall, |
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Shakin' her finger and lookin' at me, |
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But there's something not right about the way she sees. |
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She got white eyes, |
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She say everybody here gonna have white eyes,(she got white eyes), |
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Unless, under three pairs of glasses, |
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There's glass on glass on glass on glass. |
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Now a week in the country is just what |
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I need,It gets so quiet |
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I can hear myself bleed, |
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And there's a moon on the mountain, |
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A wind through the trees, |
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And I still couldn't tell you how that ghost girly sees, |
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She seems to be committin' an optical crime, |
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She is a spectre spectacle lookin' at me all the time. |
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With white eyes, |
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She say everybody here gonna have white eyes,(she got white eyes), |
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When they die, |
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And if you got those baby blues, |
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Baby get ready to kiss them goodbye,(goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye). |
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Sights are no longer what they might seem, |
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When her freight train picks up it's head of steam, |
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There's no clear line between death and dream, |
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And the ferocious haze of love. |
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Now the gates are swingin' open and |
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I'm comin' through, |
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And I can hear the choir start singin' they tune, |
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As I take my last steps t'wards that guidin' light, |
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I can hear that ghost laughin' as my eyeballs turn white.(I got white eyes), |
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I say everybody here gonna have white eyes,(I got white eyes), |
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Like me,It ain't until you lose your sight that you know just what it means to see. |