The illuminous moon An enjoyable tune A drink or two Maybe three or four
Why does it matter anymore Clownworld for years Mentally ill in fear with tears Masks on and scared of ghosts
As they hide in fear.
The illuminous moon
An enjoyable tune
A drink or two
Maybe three or four
Why does it matter anymore
Clownworld for years
Mentally ill in fear with tears
Masks on and scared of ghosts
As they hide in fear.
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