I am the key to the lock in your house, that keeps your toys in the basement. And if you get too far inside, you'll only see my reflection. It's always best when the candle's out. I am the pick in the ice. Do not cry out or hit the alarm; you know we're friends until we die. And either way you turn, I'll be there. Open up your skull; I'll be there, climbing up the walls. It's always best when the light is off. It's always better on the outside. Fifteen blows to the back of your head; fifteen blows to your mind. So lock the kids up safe tonight and shut the eyes in the cupboard. I've got the smell of a local woman who's got the loneliest feeling.
He glided by; his eye had a black meaning. I saw the world in it - small, mean, and black; every little word hooked to every little word, and act to act.
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