Behind these eyes are catacombs
In an old chamber I lay
For it is here I do my wandering
Away from the glare of yours
On nights of blindness
I wander in circles
When the stooges come
Say I'm away
I'm talking to my friend
Who is your friend?
Who is your friend?
Who is your friend?
In the end

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