I received a letter last night
In an envelope reminiscent of a Trans-Atlantic flight
Some dust puffed out and it coated my eyes, which turned to the heavens
Left me feeling divine
But my eyes have been dry now for the longest time
Help
I realized my mirror was a window
Straight into someone I couldn't bear to be
And not a moment too soon
The smell of kerosene was nearly filling up the room
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Help that gets you feeling nice
Help, finally sleep at night
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Consolation prize, you've got it made
Is it better to burn out than to fade
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Help that gets you feeling nice
Help, finally sleep at night
Help, Clonidine
Help, sold at discount price
Help that gets you feeling nice
Help, finally sleep at night
Help, Clonidine