theres a zillion eyes but this is one of you charming butterflies catching clouds thats still mean anyone i can speak just winded up your doll cos you re the son of invention til the music stops i dont know why i drive i can see how long i can stumble through stairways down your spine i i try to see through a zillion eyes anyways i feel cheap just wind them up you doll dont be something that matters just winded up and show you how youre the son of invention til the music stops 
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