If I had hands I'd hold up high
My lofty dreams and my alibi's real name
But I have no strength
So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn
There's a ghost in your eye
There is someone that knows more than I
But I'm quick to deny
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh
Just to prove I'm alive
And it's alright
Cause tonight there's a way
I'll make light
Of my treacherous life
Make Light!
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