The clock was there and I got in
Leaving myself to the wave of be
The clock got in and I broke it jin
When I called in the wave of me
The clock was there and I got in
Leaving the hair and blood of sea
The clock got in and I got jin
Leaving my Madrid asylum as be
Eight lines had been written above here
Eight years had been my sick people beer
Crazy maniac book case of folded hands
Waving to your body lady oh bloody grands
Leaving my eyes behind that wipped ocean
Now I dive in my pain as mad read portion
And I got your hand in my dear asylum time
And I will smudge bloody stains to your crime
Oh hollowed down the vision of your life
Now called it back as your red glove dive
To watch my brain going insane as Madrid asylum
I will fold my arms and sing my book of higher dum
To watch you grooving your self confidence that rhyme
And I will be your response as your mad read time
To get up on the ocean bloody scene crime
And I remind you that my time was for your crime
To erase me then flip the ocean again on your time
But my pain with your bloody scene was my madrid dine.
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