I turn my head, there's nothing there
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All I own is my thoughts for my fears
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I close the door to keep out the bad
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I plug my ears to keep out these fears
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And I cry
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So hold me close
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For I'm so tired of holding myself
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So very tired and tired
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Tired and tired
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Just hold me
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I listen to these voices
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Or is it this house that's giving me chills
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As I lie upon this little girls bed?
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Who's at the door? Who's walking near?
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Or has my imagination spilled?
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This little girl all grown up still fears
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Oh, and I cry
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So hold me close
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For I'm so tired of holding myself
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So very tired and tired
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Tired and tired
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Just hold me
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Where can I go, where can I hide
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from these evil sufferings?
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Oh, these images painted on my walls
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They say there's a place that I can
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hide in the shadow of your wings
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Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge
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No more tears
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So hold me close
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For I'm so tired of holding myself
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So very tired and tired
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Tired and tired
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Just hold me
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My Own Monster
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| Katy Perry |
