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Paint fumes
And cold rooms
Who I was
Young love
And drug use
Who I am
Isn’t it such a good thing
That I'm not sad like
I used to be?
Isn’t it such a good thing?
Why do my eyelids
Sometimes feel like
Warm coffins for my eyes?
If nothing else happens
Then will I still be surprised?
Isn’t it such a good thing
That I'm not sad like
I used to be?
Isn’t it such a good thing?
