Sitting here among the trees of Santa Monica bay
I can
It's time to sleep again
my life is drifting by
I dream
Feels like I've been tormenting you
Nothing I say could ever
Je ne sais pas
ce que tu fais quand je ne
I've had enough of these grey walls
So close and so
For years he kept them there
Embossed they'd infect
The big grey
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