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waiting on you
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the shower was broken
so i toyed with the sink
not feelin thirsty
but could sure use a drink
i saw angels singin
i heard the devil wink
now i'm all dark and grey
but i'll dress in pink
and keep my secrets in a coffee mug
that's got a handle
made of painkillin_drugs
that catch me a buzz
and catch me a bug
i think i'll sweep myself under the rug
until i'm safe
where's home_base again?
someone, anyone, please tell me when
this round is over
and the oxen are free...
when i look in the mirror i see a ghost
of a girl
who nearly once had the most
beautiful future, like cinnamon toast
too sweet, now it's burnt
she's been diagnosed
with a life of playing hide_and_go_seek
i hate being IT, i hate feeling weak
hate when you ask
'bout the scars on my cheek
maybe i'll just go crazy,
maybe i'll just freak
until it's good and safe
and i'm on home_base again
please somebody,
please let me know me when
this round is over
and all the oxen
are finally free
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