| Long lonely days hidden away here in my room
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| The walls dark and grey, hiding the day deep in their gloom
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| Thinking of times like nursery rhymes far in my past
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| Cut from my prime a hideous crime, I don’t want to last
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| When you’re shut away thinking of your life, things get very clear
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| You open up your eyes and things you once despised now are very dear
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| When you have so much time to see what you have done, you see your own mistakes
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| You see where you went wrong, it hurts you all the time, each moment you’re
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| awake
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| Thinking of times like nursery rhymes far in my past
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| Cut from my prime a hideous crime, I don’t want to last |