Happy Face Factory - Paranoid Agent

Come to me, come to me
I've thought of you inside my tree
Spin your head before you're dead
You've made your sheets turn to red
In there lies a little glass
It's way to small to hold your past
I will never let you go
It doesn't matter how much you know
Come to me, come to me
Come to me, come to me
Come to me, come to me
Come to me, come to me

Written by:
LUCA AYSCOUGH

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