| girl, i know the hall looks dark
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| and the storm it seems so scary
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| your face lit up on beats of lightning
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| you start, you start running
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| and your eyes are like screaming
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| and since there is no end and no beginning
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| you will run
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| you will run
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| you will run
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| girl, i know the woods look dark
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| and the trees they seem so deadly
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| the girls around you are so frightened
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| and you start, you start to panic
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| and your courage starts to vanish
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| and the world, it really is on fire
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| and it burns
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| and it burns
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| and it burns
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| and it burns
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| vivan, your life is told through 19 thousand pages
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| in a world too unreal to behold
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| your innocence has faded
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| faded all your blues to gray
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| your skin has bruised through moving days
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| glue is peeling back away
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| curling, cracking, painted
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| girl youve been rolled up in colorful carpets
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| your blood is rushing, look around you
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| you’re froze, you’re frozen quiet
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| and your eyes, they are widened
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| room unfurnished, no light for nightfall
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| just rugs for rolling you up you know you can’t get up when you do, you swear you willl run
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| you will run
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| you will run
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| you will run
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| no one will ever save you
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| if no one can ever find you
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| no one will ever save you
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| if no one can ever find you
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| lost girls
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| lost girls
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| lost girls
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| lost girls |