| She spent most her life on the floor with her heart
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| To this she’s condemned and can never be part
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| She tries by herself on a debt to pay
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| I don’t think today’s gonna be her day
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| Those cuts on her arm didn’t come from shame
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| This past in denial and accusation
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| Those thoughts in her head will soon come true
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| A tragic display of dreamers consumed
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| Her hand cannot reach to the phone of her soul
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| Perhaps that’s the lesson I’ve got to know
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| Her body was found on a Sunday morn
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| Her spirit found rest her heartbeat unturned
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together
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| She spent most her life on the floor with her heart
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together
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| And I will sleep to get there
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| And I will sleep together |