What is going on? Youre packing all your bags So why are you getting outta my place? What is going wrong? And how could I go on? And tell me why you changed your face... Come back, turn the eye on me Put me in the middle of the scene WILL YOU COME HOME AGAIN TO WARM ME WITH YOUR RAYS? WILL YOU TURN YOUR BEAMS ON ME TO KEEP THE FROST AWAY? How could I stand tall and never give it up? And how come all these odds on me? Now this persecution is an institution Will I ever have some peace? Come back, turn the eye on me Put me in the middle of the scene WILL YOU COME HOME AGAIN TO WARM ME WITH YOUR RAYS? WILL YOU TURN YOUR BEAMS ON ME TO KEEP THE FROST AWAY?
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