And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
When the dogs begin to smell her
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
When the dogs begin to smell her
When the dogs do find her
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