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Once I had a dream, that worried me Like a drunken guillotine Lingering just above my head Why, why, why, why? Why was I born "The Nine" Cursed repeatedly Who would know if I should die. No one needed me Doo doo doo doo doo Dark and empty was the place to which I'd come Cold and silent was the house my name was on Nine rooms and a tomb in every one S'dark and empty was the place to which I'd come All at once my bones began to change I was tall and young again, Sweet as rain falling on the snow Who, who, who, who? Who is he, who am I, and What laid in between? How can I say goodbye? No one let me in Can't see no need for Nine no more Now it's too late to open the door. |
