Have Fun

Too many toy in attic can make you go blind

But there's a lot of things to hide behind

There's a veil of illusions to mirror the glares

And to keep away the fears

That hide behind the stairs



Wow, here you are again!

So cool out on the burning sand

Will the heat fry away your fears?

Wait and see if I even care...

Have Fun



Now it's four past midnight and you ghosts are all out

There's no telling what it's all about

Throw them a dime and they will show you the way

Out of your wishing well-to heaven, or was it hell?



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