.
You're out of touch,
still in demand.
Just don't let it
get out of hand.
Sit down right here,
don't walk away
toward white clouds
wrapped up in gray.
From the rainbow ride,
to your favorite shoes-
they influence paths
one day you'll choose.
Gripped in gray steel,
releasing snow.
God only knows
which way you'll go.
From your rainbow ride,
to paths you've chosen
a mental memory
photographically frozen.
It's all in your mind,
that's why you stare.
Don't leave me now,
please sit in my chair.
Tell me your worries,
the goodbyes you've bade;
look into my eyes
as I pull out the blade.
Your curse has gone away
on the cold and blinding snow;
burying my mind,
you are free to go.
Tell me all your worries,
all the goodbyes you have bade;
look deep into my eyes
as I'm pulling out the blade.
Your curse has gone away
on the cold and blinding snow;
burying my mind,
you are free to go.
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