| Down a well, you’re not feeling well
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| A bobby pin of light above your bottled hell
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| You can swear you hear your name — that flickered flame
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| Here’s my voice singing in your ear
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| Is it a siren song to assuage your fears
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| Let me buoy you to sleep, my wayward sheep
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| Cry for help, echoes on the stones
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| In that tomb inside your throat
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| It’s all in your head
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| Blinking lights beeping morse code
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| High beams through a fog, down this rabbit hole
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| A semi barrels through your skull, out of control
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| Here’s my voice singing in your ear
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| Is it a siren song or a harbinger
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| Don’t you know they’re both the same, my wayward knave
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| The forgotten child doesn’t think he’s lost
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| He just slowly wanders off
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| It’s all in your head
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| It’s a game, it’s like hide and seek
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| But you keep hiding; |
| no one’s looking
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| In the recess of your thoughts you’re nodding off
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| Fight or flight, you pry open your eyes:
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| A coven crowds around your bed
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| It’s all in your head — this life —
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| Your mind is a room
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| What’s gotten into you? |