Pur: Pur Me Is
What is lying in the corner of the room In complete mostly sacred silence Pale walls are hanging above And I see myself in some Strange picture of violence Me is clot of the thoughts and dreams Me is everything it should seem Me is crack of the century Me is fake, me is joke, me is real My ceiling s cracking and we are apart We knew it was end from the start When you saw me in green light dress Realizing it wasn t fate Me is clot of the thoughts and dreams Me is everything it should s
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