| I hear voices screaming in my head
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| They keep saying they wish I were dead
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| So to drown the noise, I go get out my toys
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| But my best doll is dead 'cause I bit off her head
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| And now her voice is screaming in my ears
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| I hear voices screaming in my ears
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| Poke my eyes in, see if I cry tears
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| Like to kill a man, and Mommy says I can’t
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| When I’m a little older, going to be a soldier
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| And hear voices screaming in my head
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| Won’t you take me to the sea
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| 'Cause I’ve never been before
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| I’ve seen photographs and films
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| But I wanna see a whole lot more
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| I was twenty-three today
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| But no one came to see me
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| I’ll be twenty-four last week
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| Perhaps by then they’ll come to free me
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| I hear voices — voices I can’t see
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| Search my hands for spots of blood on me
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| I was watching while my hands were working
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| I saw knuckles whiter, whiter, fingers tighter, tighter
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| While her voice was screaming in my head
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| I hear voices — voices I can’t see
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| Search my hands for spots of blood on me
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| I was watching while my hands were working
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| I saw knuckles whiter, whiter, fingers tighter, tighter
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| While her voice was screaming in my head |