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
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