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  • on the bookshelf
    in the closet
    on your eyelid
    in your pocket
    you had it
    you lost it
    you lost it
    now you lose it

    under a crevice
    drop in at your place
    seize your seat
    so listen
    you had it
    now you lose it
    you lost it
    so listen

    well take a bow
    things are out of control
    hands down running in a circle
    frown upon the mocking and you're sleeping
    when they're choking
    every tiny little piece is the reflection of your ghost
    so save your days sort of something like fake
    can't make a dice it doesn't turn on you
    then you go when you go where you go
    always the same
    find a sober place but the answer is no

    across curtain
    hanging on a tree
    between your fingers dancing on a knife blade
    try to fix it
    try to over it
    try to have it
    but now you lose it

    well take a bow
    things are out of control
    hands down running in a circle
    frown upon the mocking and you're sleeping
    when they're choking
    every tiny little piece is the reflection of your ghost
    so save your days sort of something like fake
    can't make a dice it doesn't turn on you
    then you go when you go where you go
    always the same
    find a sober place but the answer is no
  • on the bookshelf
    in the closet
    on your eyelid
    in your pocket
    you had it
    you lost it
    you lost it
    now you lose it

    under a crevice
    drop in at your place
    seize your seat
    so listen
    you had it
    now you lose it
    you lost it
    so listen

    well take a bow
    things are out of control
    hands down running in a circle
    frown upon the mocking and you're sleeping
    when they're choking
    every tiny little piece is the reflection of your ghost
    so save your days sort of something like fake
    can't make a dice it doesn't turn on you
    then you go when you go where you go
    always the same
    find a sober place but the answer is no

    across curtain
    hanging on a tree
    between your fingers dancing on a knife blade
    try to fix it
    try to over it
    try to have it
    but now you lose it

    well take a bow
    things are out of control
    hands down running in a circle
    frown upon the mocking and you're sleeping
    when they're choking
    every tiny little piece is the reflection of your ghost
    so save your days sort of something like fake
    can't make a dice it doesn't turn on you
    then you go when you go where you go
    always the same
    find a sober place but the answer is no