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With your eyes closed, watching a strange show play out in your bead,
but you were smiling somehow. And your day froze, and everyone in it
sat still as a rose, but we were moving somehow.

Back to when we started losing who we were. Maybe we should only
tip a bottle back to keep us filled up. Back to when we started losing
who we were. Everybody knows that you'd break your neck to keep
your chin up.

Open your eyes, and the drops come in a snail race down to your
neck, and look up, but you were smiling somehow.

Back to when we started losing who we were. Maybe we should only
tip a bottle back to keep us filled np. Back to when we started losing
who we were. Everybody knows that you'd break your neck to keep
your chin up.