Measuring time by how my plants grow
One died, threw it out the window
Isn't it time that we went to bed
In Rodeway Inn, a ghost made my head spin
Round and round, round and round
Look inside
Look inside
Measuring time by how my plants grow
They all died, threw them out the window
Look inside
Look inside
Look inside
Look inside
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