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Curl up under the window and crouch against the wall |
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I feel the nighttime about to fall |
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And I don't know what to do with myself |
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So I eat the dirt and |
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I pray for... |
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And I know |
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I am all wrong |
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I know it is all wrong |
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But I don't know what to do with myself |
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So I drink the blood and |
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I pray for... |
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Run from these hands if you know what's good for you |
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I can't control the things |
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I do And I don't know how to cure myself |
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So I eat the dirt and |
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I pray for help |
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I eat the dirt and |
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I pray for help |
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I eat the dirt and |
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I pray for... |
