People say the eyes are the windows of the soul,
And if that's the case, I'll just keep the curtains closed,
Because my eyes seem bright, yet they're made of coal,
So I'll keep them shut tight, hidden, unexposed.
People say the eyes are the windows of the soul,
And if that's the case, I'll just keep the curtains closed,
Because my eyes seem bright, yet they're made of coal,
So I'll keep them shut tight, hidden, unexposed.
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