At the darkest of shadows when the rats strangle
under the moon beaming her heart out;
stranger you seem by the day I still haven't a clue
what your book is all 'bout;
occupied entranced enlightened I am
yet the sun don't shine white;
a moment you go stranded
i have a hand you could use if you might!!
under the moon beaming her heart out;
stranger you seem by the day I still haven't a clue
what your book is all 'bout;
occupied entranced enlightened I am
yet the sun don't shine white;
a moment you go stranded
i have a hand you could use if you might!!
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