Lyrics:
The minutes tick by no clock Eventually, the man arrives I remember leaving New York With its vine-like grip Thin tendrils reaching around your ankles
Equals nothingness Never was Keep on dreaming we are, always were, the problem Dam the embracers of neutrality, fellow future fossils Vine-like
Time wilts all Fast or slow Vine-like fears follow every nimble step Strangle tightest in the summer When they're hardest to accept I can't run from
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