i run out of excuses
and now i fertilize my swamps
using tired eyes for tears
and ideas for fears
hold your hands up high
lightings that strike
saviour from above
answers for the alone
i should be in therapy
but i enjoy my apathy
i'm more worried about the color of your eyes
than me turning sick and blind
and now i fertilize my swamps
using tired eyes for tears
and ideas for fears
hold your hands up high
lightings that strike
saviour from above
answers for the alone
i should be in therapy
but i enjoy my apathy
i'm more worried about the color of your eyes
than me turning sick and blind
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