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My eyes so big they gobble up the room.
They believe they know things that you don't.
You brush her over like the world is new,
Pushing her over 99 times like you've never been here before and well
It's a jungle in there, don't you see it?
Made of dirty shirts and straight jackets.
I can tell the whole room is plotting against me,
Speaking the language only objects can.
I must remind you those little men stole it.
You wouldn't believe in all the stuff they sway!
I met my evil half in the bathroom,
Telling me secrets in the mirror.
Well I'm not going to take you to the room.
I might just be alone forever.
At least this way, I lose in all this mess.
If I was crazy I would have fun all the time.
It's a jungle in there, don't you see it?
Made of dirty shirts and straight jackets.
I can tell the whole room is plotting against me,
Speaking the language only objects can.
It's a jungle in there, don't you see it?
Made of dirty shirts and straight jackets.
I can tell the whole room is plotting against me,
Speaking the language only objects can.