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 Music: T. Sponland She's dressed in black to be aware of me I wanna grab her but I can't I woke up bleeding in a ditch My face was painted and accused Dead Flowers under my nails I'm smiling with my teeth She's staring down at me What can I say? I feel so silly when they look at me I close my eyes to keep away A part of me you'll never understand Drowned in dirt without a cure Dead Flowers under my nails I'm smiling with my teeth She's standing over me What can I do? Can someone help me out of here? Can someone help me out of here? Can someone help to find a way out of this place? Can someone help me out of here? No way out No way out No way out No way out |
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