One question! (One question)
Oh, it was a baited and glorious hook
And we all fell for it. Yeah, we all fell for it!
The fashion of the times
The opening of your minds
The closing of our blinds
Oh, these inglorious rhymes.
You took a perfectly good house and burnt the walls down.
When the winter comes, we will freeze.
But I guess you call that 'free'.
And when the architect comes home
All our ships will be gone.
I hope you're not at peace.
I hope you're not dead.
I hope you're not lost all up in your head.
Hurry! Be raised by the Ghost.
Send word! Send word!
Get out of your head!
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