It's raining in this room,
And it's so hot outside this room,
I don't know no one here,
I don't want to be here,
In this room.
We hold parties in our sleep,
We fill ourselves up in our sleep,
And i'll heal you when you're ill,
Though it's hard keeping still,
In our sleep.
Prise the hair out of her mouth,
Whilst the circus is heading south,
While we search in the sand,
Don't ask them to understand,
Why they cover up their hands,
And their mouths.
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