you'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes
and on your own--bedshaped...and legs of stone
you will knock on my door and up we'll go
in white light, I don't think so
but what do I know? what do I know? I know...
I know you think I'm holding you down
and I've fallen by the wayside now
and I don't understand the same things as you, but I do...It'
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