could i beg of myself the blamenmaybe a little more (...n...) maybe a little morenstretch to my necknand i could see above it allndays go so slowni'm finding time with no devotionnnwe prance around unfavorablynwhere's the cure fornthe bored and lonelynif not for younthere's no glorynin stargazing battlesnof the bored and lonelynnfeel this nightnan ending,nan entrance in sightni know how to feel two circuits