mouthful by mouthful, the honey makes your head spin
with every drop swallowed, the world swims away,
spins away and you're left with nothing but white noise
and you keep wondering who's going to lead you home
and they keep wondering why you're sitting alone on the couch
and you keep wondering why the lights look so pretty
and they keep wondering whether you're here by mistake
and you keep wondering whether they notice you
and they keep wondering whether you notice them
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