Sit on the couch, now tell me more
Wanna hear everything you’ve got in store
Release it all, loosen up your grip
I promise it will be one hell of a trip
Release them all, those memories
Cause you didn’t do your duty of mourning
So open it up, open it good
This pandora’s box has been locked since your childhood
Fire in the house, blowing is the wind
Lingering in the end of a hot spring
Telly is on, bolt through the screen
Bolt through my mind the signal isn’t clear
Three dinosaurs running in a field
Under a sky that I have never seen
It’s all about knowing what’s real
Knowing what is waiting to be unsealed
And I don’t know what to say
I can’t recall it anyway, you see
And I know there’s something wrong
But I would rather sing a song
Loosen your tongue, tell me how you feel
Show what you’ve got, it’s your part of the deal
Unleashing the dogs would be ideal
For us to know what is wrong, what is real
Burning them all, those memories
I guess you didn’t do your duty of mourning
So let’s find it out, let’s find for sure
You can be anything you want and more
Fire in the house, blowing is the wind
Lingering in the end of a hot spring
Telly is on, bolt through the screen
Bolt through my mind the signal isn’t clear
Three dinosaurs running in a field
Under a sky that I have never seen
It’s all about knowing what’s real
Knowing what is waiting to be unsealed
And I don’t know what to say
I can’t recall it anyway, you see
And I know there’s something wrong
But I would rather sing a song, you see
And it could be a fantasy
Now tell me what is wrong with me again ?
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