I see so little time
My eyes are crossed, my hands are tied
All I wanna do is that great thing
I never see a passer-by
My skin is cold, it's turned to ice
And everything I do, I want leaving me
My eyes are crossed, my hands are tied
All I wanna do is that great thing
I never see a passer-by
My skin is cold, it's turned to ice
And everything I do, I want leaving me
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