| Stop shaking
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| The medication isn’t taking
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| My pulse is racing as symphonies of screams down the corridors
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| And the squeak of the stretcher on linoleum floors fill the air with panic
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| This place is for the savage
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| A holding cell for the living hells
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| The drugged and the damaged
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| I can’t hear another empty answer
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| We need a doctor in the room
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| She’s gone too soon
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| She’s gone too soon
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| She used to save me from the monsters underneath my bed
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| How can I save her from the one that’s in her head?
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| A chemical imbalance
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| No diagnosis
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| Up the dosage
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| Up the dosage
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| Your mood is always swinging
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| Answer, the phone keeps ringing
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| It’s crossed my mind at least a dozen times
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| That one day I’ll find you hanging from the ceiling, yeah
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| One day I’ll find you hanging from the ceiling
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| She’s gone too soon
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| She used to save me from the monsters underneath my bed
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| How can I save her from the one that’s in her head?
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| In her darkest days
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| I still carry all the weight
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| She tried to smile today
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| But everyone looked away
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| She tried to change her face
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| But she still feels the same
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking
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| Stop shaking |