I sank a fortnights worth
Of illbegotten cash into my woefull world
And all the pomp and circumstances followed these events by
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
To shine a path into the night
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
To shine a path into the night
To reach beyond the perch
Of be enchanted be it Christ or Lucifer
The bitter taste of doubt
But in the end I tasted only failure and regret by
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
To shine a path into the night
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
To shine a path into the night
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
To shine a path into the night
And then I turned and faced the sky
Depending on the fireflies
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