The edges of consciousness
thwart
the days you pass in vain
With a brain on ice
And eye stuffed with tinningsbrook
With a mind like that
Oh, what could be
- what they could
Be instead
thwart
the days you pass in vain
With a brain on ice
And eye stuffed with tinningsbrook
With a mind like that
Oh, what could be
- what they could
Be instead
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