She cries til it's bright, til the sun is shining in the summertime
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She's dry, had no tears to cry, then daylight starts attacks
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Against her muddy eyes
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She's tired of this life, no summersun can help her
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'bout the sorrow in her mind
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When the spoon is hot and the needle searches for a way
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She's turning back to live and to feel like a queen
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When the stuff is over and the nightlight sucks the day
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She's longing to drift and to push the time away
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When the money's over and she sells herself as shame
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Her unconscious state remains an psycho circle game
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She screams for a scene that she saw herself on the TV-Screen
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She was steam, ash grey steam, but now she's going black
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And it fades for free
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She must sleep, her body's weak but she is powerless
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Against her fast heartbeat
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When the spoon is hot...
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She screams: please help me!
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Her friends go down this same way
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They're no medicine
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When the spoon is hot...
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Psycho Circle Game
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| Depressive Age |
