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Girl, I know the hall looks dark |
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And the storm, it seems so scary |
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Your face lit up on beats of lightning |
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You start, you start running |
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And your eyes are like screaming |
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And since there is no end and no beginning |
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You will run |
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You will run |
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You will run |
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Girl, I know the woods look dark |
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And the trees, they seem so deadly |
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The girls around you are so frightened |
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And you start, you start to panic |
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And the courage starts to vanish |
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And the world, it really is on fire |
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And it burns |
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And it burns |
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And it burns |
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And it burns |
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Vivian, your life is told through 19 thousand pages |
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In a world too unreal to behold |
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Your innocence has faded |
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Faded all your blues to gray |
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Your skin has bruised through moving days |
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Glue is peeling back away |
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Curling, cracking, painted |
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Girl, you?ve been rolled up in colorful carpets |
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Your blood is rushing, look around you |
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You're froze, you're frozen quiet |
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And your eyes, they are widened |
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Room unfurnished, no light for nightfall |
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Just rugs for rolling you up, you know you can't get up |
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When you do, you swear you will run |
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You will run |
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You will run |
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You will run |
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No one will ever save you |
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If no one can ever find you |
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No one will ever save you |
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If no one can ever find you |
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Lost girls |
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Lost girls |
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Lost girls |
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Lost girls |
