It's not safe to leave this house
Might be some of that bad news around
That always clings to me
Might be some of that bad news around
That always clings to me
I've just been peering at the world
No enthusiasm here I might as well
Get lost inside myself
Through the portico
Now I know I'm dreaming
Took me a while
There's a mood I'm always in
As overall I wear the hides within
The of realms of mind and self
Through the portico
Now I know I'm dreaming
Took me a while
Yet it's all stained in mysteries
This life I've been assigned
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