| I can see things changing slowly
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| I can see things, they’re not there
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| Breathing and slurred before my eyes
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| Sitting alone still awake
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| Pleased to meet you, hello hello
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| My name is john, mister doe
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| My octagon eye is blazing red
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| Can we shake hands or shall I say I knew you
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| Well, I’m sure I know what I really don’t
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| And I see real well with all of these eyes
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| When satin feels like broken glass
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| I know it’s time to smile
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| Draintime, Draintime
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| Now it’s time to say goodbye to me
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| I saw everything one hundred years ago
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| I am the bullet that killed the president
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| You know the secret of my rotten teeth
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| And the snake that I sleep with on my bed of nails
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| I look out over the fields of green
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| And I can’t seem to smell the fragrance of the flowers
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| I look to the sun, I see a void of darkness
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| I see things and hear things, yet nothing exists
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| Draintime, Draintime
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| Slowly but surely my time comes
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| Draintime, Draintime |