Cold in a panic Keep me away from this In this damp air There’s ignorance in bliss Have you ever seen When the stars go out And it blackens the scenery?
No way around it I’m sorry I may not amount to much In secret I’m dirty And I’ve chosen to give up
There’s something about your motives That never answer the questions The ending of all disasters Will invoke reform
No way around it I’m sorry I may not amount to much In secret I’m dirty And I’ve chosen to give up
Invoke the progress Of a simple mind in the factory Invoke the progress When the stars go out and it blackens the scenery
No way around it I’m sorry I may not amount to much In secret I’m dirty And I’ve chosen to give up
Cold in a panic Keep me away from this In this damp air There’s ignorance in bliss
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