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Sweep the dirty stairs, the ones I waited on.
This is just for me.
I felt it watching her.
And It happens too fast, to make sense of it,
Make it last.
It happens too fast, to make sense of it,
Make it last.
Where do you intend to go with dirty dress?
Lead my sceptic sight to the table and the light.
It happened too fast, to make sense of it,
Make it last.
It happened too fast, to make sense of it,
Make it last.
Lead my sceptic sight.
Lead my sceptic sight.
Not asking of me anything, saying nothing about what it means,
without anybody telling me what I should feel.
Not asking of me anything, saying nothing about what it means,
without anybody telling me what I should feel.
What I should feel.
Lead my sceptic sight to the table and the light.