Don't look so afraid. Your eyes turning blue. A layer of ice over me and you.
You're stuck in a trance, blacked our from the dance
of going in circles around the view.
You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine.
A cavernous sight run deep down the flume.
Over again but it's feeling new.
False hope in a boom, a cost we consume.
Never again not to speak the truth.
You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine.
I've given up my spine, friend of mine.
I've got time.

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