| You’re on your own my little nightmare you cannot stay here
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| It’s far too bright for you
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| If they attack you just lay there,
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| Play dead dear, it’s your only hope of pulling through.
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| And seconds they seem like a lifetime.
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| A dream, recurring, a dream that can’t come true.
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| And they’ll pin it all on you
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| after all you’ve been put through.
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| «Sadie G. she’s crazy, see?»
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| That’s what the white coats say.
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| Now Ms. Susan A. is losing
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| every opportunity to put us all away.
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| Go run along my little nightmare.
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| Your job is done here.
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| You’ve scared them all to death.
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| If they revive them just sit there.
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| Just smile dear. |
| Make them thankful for every breath.
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| The sentence may seem like a lifetime,
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| a scream, that curdling the blood they found on you.
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| And your knives and clothing too.
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| Charlie’s broken .22
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| «Sadie G. she’s crazy, see?»
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| That’s what the white coats say.
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| Now Ms. Susan A. is losing
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| every opportunity.
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| Well they found you and they shipped you up the river the same way that you’ve
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| bound and gaged.
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| You’ve shot and stab.
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| You tried to set them free, but they’ve thrown away the keys.
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| «He represented a God to me that was so beautiful that I’d do anything for him.
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| I’d do anything for God.
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| Even murder, if I believed it was right.
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| How could it not be right if it is done with love?
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| I have no remorse for doing what was right to me.
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| I have no guilt in me.»
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| Whoa |