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My back is on the carpet,
And i'm so tied up.
But i try, but i try, and i cannot seem to free me from this,
And it's five o'clock and i'm suffering.
Open arms, shallow breath, then my mind shuts you out,
(and the rest i just took from my dreams! my dreams!)
Open heart, open chest, then your hand, cut it out,
(and the best you just took from my dreams! my dreams!)
You're picture's on the carpet,
And i'm so in love.
But i try, but i try, and i cannot seem to free you from this,
And it's five o'clock and i'm suffering.
Open eyes, open book, rewrite your tattered pages,
(and the rest can be read in my dreams! my dreams!)
Open mouth, open ears, take heed, hear me scream,
(and then next you'll be dead in my dreams! my dreams!)
If you don't fix yourself, you'll always be so stuck,
So understand the reason you always fall out of love.
My back is on the carpet,
And i'm so tied up!
Open arms, shallow breath, then my mind shuts you out,
(and the rest i just took from my dreams! my dreams!)
Open heart, open chest, then your hand, cut it out,
(and the best you just took from my dreams! my dreams!)
