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Too tired to sleep. |
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I'd drive an iron stake through my heart, |
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It's two in the morning, |
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Behind the black make-up and the shadowed eyes, |
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Let not my words be found by unkind eyes, |
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Red eyes see bloody skies, |
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I may be different, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong... |
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These surface cuts will fade away, |
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Emotions are very fickle things, |
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Tired eyes see cloudy skies, |