Paroles de Scholastic Aptitude
The time of day is not an indication of my state of mindThe weather outside is not a manifestation of what's inside
Time in me is like a vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue
Revolving around you, dissolving into you
(Pass me a match, I think we're in Hell)
(Pass me a match, I think we're in Hell)
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