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Wake up now little sleepyhead |
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From your nightmarish day with the dead trip |
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You'd be better off not to know |
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Of the wild seeds you let go |
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From your thorny fingertips |
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Try to clean bloodstained hands |
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That ran away and left the scene |
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Of a crime last night |
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Always thought you stood on the other side |
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Never thought the roof would cave in |
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Where you were hiding |
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There's a wave of fear that creeps right in |
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A vacant stare that can't say where it's been |
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Or what's been laced |
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The trail leads all over the place |
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There's an angel at your side |
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Who rescued you in a nick of time |
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Explains how you almost fell |
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And vanished into a fatal spell |
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She looks into your eyes and sees |
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There's something still missing |
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She notices a chunk bleeding from your chest |
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Tries to stop the bloodflow with her best compress |
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But the wreckage is in a mess |
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There's an emotional tax, figured in after the fact |
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And stories unfold |
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The world grows dark and bones get cold |
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You look into your heart and you know |
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There's something still missing |