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Four walls, my solitude. One scream, my pain. To hide my tears of sorrow, I'll go dancing in the rain |
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Sitting there is my universe |
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There's no monster in the closet No bogeyman under your bed Its just the whispers in the hallways Weaving stories in your head |
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You may not have out the gun to my head, but baby youre the one that killed me |
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You put a shiny platinum bullet through my twisted little head turning all the darkest blackest thoughts to the deepest shade of red |
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&& now i wished Id never met you, |
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&& she sits there offering up |