and my hell is the closet i'm stuck inside

can't see the light

and my heaven is a nice house in the sky

got central heating and i'm alright

yeah yeah yeah can't see the light

keep it locked up inside don't talk about it

talk about the weather

yeah yeah yeah can't see the light

open up my head and let me out little baby

here we have been standing for a long long time

treading trodden trails for a long long time



i find sometimes it's easy to be myself

sometimes i find better to be somebody else



i see you young and soft little baby

little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby

a year of crying and the words creep up inside

creep into mind yeah

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

here we have been standing for a long long time

treading trodden trails for a long long time



i find sometimes it's easy to be myself

sometimes i find better to be somebody else



so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

so much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say



open up my head and let me out little baby


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