Fuel your imagination.
I HAVE SOME FOOD IN MY POCKET. NOT THE EDIBLE FOOD, THE FOOD YOU EAT. I HAVE SOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COMFORT HIM PART I
When you thought that it was over
You could feel it all around
And everybody's out to get you
Don't you let it drag you down
'Cos if you ever feel neglected
And if you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
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