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Sometimes it rains inside my head |
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All the words run dry |
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Walls are breathing hands are reaching up |
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To touch my thigh |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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Sometimes it's bright inside my head |
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Just like the spark in my eyes |
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And hands are breathing ones are reaching up |
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'Cause that's the time we rise |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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No, they don't have to take you away |
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