Someone is standing at the gate
And breathing smoke
The shadow over the world
Reaching into the sea ჈ჃÂ¥rt k჈Ⴣ¶k
Here comes the horror, old friend
When all the butterflies in the stomach wake up
Whispering welcome home
I count three, four, five
(lie to me, yes lie to me)
It is not the blows that are felt
(lie again)
There is an invisible green
(lie f hear me, yes lie to me)
Through the eye of the needle
Someone is standing in there rren
And listens mute
The shadow over the trees
Comes into my room
Here comes the dslan, now again
When all the butterflies in the stomach are raised
To a pattern to decorate my soul
I count three, four, five
(lie to me, yes lie to me)
It's not the beats that drive ¤ns
(lie again)
It makes an invisible green
(lie to me, yes lie to me)
Through the eye of the key
I count three, four, five
(lie to me, yes lie to (hear me)
It's not the blows that are known
(lie again)
It makes an invisible grin< br/>(lie to me, yes lie to me)
Through the eye of the key

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