| Lost is where she feels at ease
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| It’s written in a code
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| She can’t read
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| It haunts her
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| And how, how can there be hope
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| When she lives it out in fear
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| On the edge
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| She’s wanting
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| It drove
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| Drove her to despair
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| Not knowing which way to turn
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| A mental barrier
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| People comfort her
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| Through the wasteland deep within her mind
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| Can she break it out while a trap unfolds
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| She prays, falls down on her knees
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| She writes them full of hope
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| Believes in them
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| And they help her
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| They drove
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| Drove her to the edge
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| Not knowing which way to turn
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| A mental barrier
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| People comfort her
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| Through the wasteland deep within her mind
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| Can she break it out while a trap unfolds
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| They drove
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| Drove her to despair
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| Not knowing which way to turn
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| A mental barrier
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| People comfort her
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| Through the wasteland deep within her mind
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| Can she break it out while a trap unfolds
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| She will fight it out
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| 'Til her strength gives out
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| Should she flow like a goldfish in a bowl
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| She doesn’t see it out her solitary world |