Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right We used to play outside when we were young Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past Well, tell her that I miss our little talks This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore It's the house telling you to close your eyes So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear I don't like walking around this old and empty house
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