Из альбома: The Dream That Stuff Was Made Of

You take the time to cut my head off,
You take the time to pull off your heart,
You take the time to give me a clueless stare,
We're going nowhere, pulling out hair

You take the time to smother my brains ashore,
You take the time to leave me the core

But you're gonna listen

I'm gonna go
I'm gonna go
I'm gonna go
I'm gonna go

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