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Seeing white in your eyes
Makes me think of my kind
My kind that have grown to hate me
They really get prone to it
Sankapou
[?] my heart
Why should I stop to start
[?] shut me up
Left with that looking love of
Sankapou, sankapou
And I think it's gonna rain
And it's gonna bring me pain
Sankapou, sankapou
Sankapou, sankapou
Locked in a maze of knowledge
Understood, not forgotten
Search for that magic key
Till it releases me from
Sankapou
Seeing white in your eyes
Makes me think of my [?]
My [?] that I've grown to hate
Really get prone to it
Sankapou, sankapou
Sankapou, sankapou
Sankapou, sankapou
And I think it's gonna rain
And it's gonna bring me pain
Sankapou, sankapou
Sankapou, sankapou
This is your last dance