All my greetings are dying wishes to get close
All my being is caught up and tied in with yours
We're caught up in a bad dream
Our bodies acting out the scene
And I'll let you entertain me
'Cause I can be your everything
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
But it's too late
But it's too late
But it's too late
But it's too late
All my dreaming's just a conversation with myself
All my feeling's just a ghost that I imagine in my head
Caught up in a bad dream
Our bodies acting out the scene
And you said you'd entertain me
If I could be your everything
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
And you could be the de-e-eath of me
But it's too late
But it's too late
But it's too late
But it's too late
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the de-e-eath of me
And you can be the, and you can be the
And you can be the
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