Screaming, screaming, screaming.
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Is these something you want,
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Is these something you need,
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Come in through the back door,
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When everyone is asleep.
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Shut up in a box,
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Tied up with ribbons,
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But now the box is breaking and,
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All my senses leaving me and :
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Screaming, screaming, screaming.
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Light from the bathroom,
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Leaks under the door,
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Crawls over the covers and,
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Touches the pillow,
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I feel you breath, slow on my neck,
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And then the room starts spinning and,
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All my life is flashing past and :
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Screaming, screaming, screaming.
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Screaming, screaming, screaming.
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Can you keep a secret, will it stay in your head,
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Or well I hear repeated all the things that I've said,
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I've locked this box, torn up these ribbons,
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But I still feel empty and,
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Oh my life is flashing past and :
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Screaming, screaming, screaming.
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Screaming
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