paroles de chanson
He
closed
his
eyes
and
was
alone
He
held
his
hand
and
felt
it
grow
He
had
become
a
gyroscope
All
wound
inside
and
no
control
And
oh,
the
tiny
tendrils
How
they
long
for
reassurance
As
the
little
boxed-in
bushes
Pay
the
price
of
perseverance
A
wasted
day
had
come
and
gone
He
searched
his
wrist
for
extra
time
And
finding
none
to
his
remorse
He
pulled
the
plug
and
left
for
good
He
cracked
a
smile
(He
cracked
a
smile)
And
no
one
laughed
(And
no
one
laughed)
"I'm
just
an
inside
joke,"
he
thought
But
who
was
he
(But
who
was
he)
To
say
a
thing
to
anyone
About
this
stupid
selfish
stuff?
And
oh,
the
tiny
tendrils
How
they
long
for
reassurance
As
the
little
boxed-in
bushes
Pay
the
price
of
perseverance
He
closed
his
eyes
and
was
afraid
He
held
his
hand
and
felt
it
grow
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