Windy Windy Looking for a better home Gotta be Gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded Crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car Yellow car Better be inside there Wake up Wake up Nothing's gonna harm you Glass wall Glass wall Standing on the furniture Little boy Little boy Laying on a sleeping bag Watching Watching Through the cracks of his eyelids Stranger Stranger Feeling like a broken stone Lost him Lost him Standing on the orange chairs Alphabet Alphabet Can't afford a telephone Black hole Black hole Nothing's gonna harm you
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