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Used to always want to sleep. |
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Used to want to (but couldn't) leave, |
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And I barely found the way. |
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Through the darkness and the trees |
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There were thoughts attacking me. |
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I saw the some come, in |
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New Orleans, |
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Through the window n the front, |
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We just smoked and watched it come; |
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Being lazy with the gray light |
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In the back room, |
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Where we could talk and all, |
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But we were burnt. |
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We got our wards back with the morning |
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And we'll say anything we want, |
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Though we don't know what we don't know |
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About having time away. |
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I know you miss things everyday. |
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Certainn things made you feel safe, |
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And I had mine saving me. |
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How fleeting they came to be, |
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Certian things made me feel needed. |
