| you tied me to a chair
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| sailed me out to sea
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| left me sinking in the ocean
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| as a shark circled me
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| distant shadows 'neath my feet
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| faded images and dreams
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| I woke up to a cooling sweat
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| the beads ran down my face
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| painting pictures in the pillow
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| as I turned so many ways
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| I wonder if it stops
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| if I finally saw the face I know
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| lust has got me falling uncontrollable disease
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| my head is fully satisfied
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| my heart is never pleased
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| I’m fed up with the girls
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| who just keep falling to their knees
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| 'cause envy is too curious
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| its boldness never wins
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| leaving murders in the corridors
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| and bodies in the bins
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| I’m not sure if this jel
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| will keep these feelings in
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| I hear death is very distant
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| its agony’s despair
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| and the several homeless tissues
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| could never really cure
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| the tears from the eyes
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| of a funeral procession
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| so I’m fighting with a wooden leg
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| a chair still floats beneath
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| keeping hope inside its cradle
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| as it’s swaying in the wind
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| distant lullabies are heard
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| as my mother slowly sings me back to sleep
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| I’m sorry but pandora dear
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| you’ll see what you have done
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| an example of self sacrifice
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| I guess you finally won
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| if you close the box for good
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| you’ll never get me back
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| I’m gone
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| so she sits beside my chair tonight
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| tryin' desperately to dream
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| her hands can only stop my sinking memory
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| I bet she never knew this box could ever stop to dream
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| I bet she never knew that it would kill me in my sleep
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| I bet she never knew that these are nightmares
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| and they’re finally her’s to keep
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| and I hear death is very instant
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| the bodies in despair
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| and my family will follow
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| as I’m lowered in the air
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| the tears from the eyes
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| of a funeral procession |