Too many to convince
Too many to hire
And nothing you ever own
The world's a dead sorry hole
And I'm cold, and I'm cold
And I'm cold, and I'm stubborn
I'm sick and keep it open wide
And speaking words to the blind
Speaking words to the blind
Speaking words, oh
And the soul of the pure
And the eyes of the lover
And the one who truly saw your soul
And the one who truly saw your soul
I'm the one, who truly saw your soul
I'm the one, who truly saw your soul
And if you tell me to shut up
I would tell you to shut it
Did you tell me to shut up?
Oh if you tell me to shut it
I'll shut it now
Young, just born
Fragile and trembling soul
You hold it to the light
That pours down the moon at night
You kept on holding it
You kept on holding it
It was a dangerous thing to do
But you did it when no one knew
When the eyes were closed
And the people were asleep
Not and animal
Not a human
Not a soul
Not a soul
And if you tell me to shut up
I would tell you to shut it
Did you tell me to shut up?
Oh if you tell me to shut it
I'll shut it now
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