And my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside Can't see the light And my heaven is a nice house in the sky Got central heating and I'm alright Yeah yeah yeah can't see the light Keep it locked up inside don't talk about it Talk about the weather Yeah yeah yeah can't see the light Open up my head and let me out little baby Here we have been standing for a long long time Treading trodden trails for a long long time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself Sometimes I find better to be somebody else
I see you young and soft little baby Little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby A year of crying and the words creep up inside Creep into mind yeah So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say Here we have been standing for a long long time Treading trodden trails for a long long time
I find sometimes it's easy to be myself Sometimes I find better to be somebody else
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
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