Pupils as deep as wells
Letting the world pour in
Save it for when you're bored
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Pupils as black as crows
Soaking up all the light
Burning when it gets dark
Torches when it is dark
At four in the morn
At four in the morning
A warning warning
To the spider legs hanging down
Pick them off one by one
But you did not want to hurt
You did not mean to hurt
By the look on your face
The look on your face
And fallen from grace
Well hold me in your arms now
Tell me I'm okay
Okay
Pupils as deep as wells
Letting the world pour in
Save it for when you're bored
Retina television