Wake up now little sleepyhead
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From your nightmarish day with the dead trip
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You'd be better off not to know
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Of the wild seeds you let go
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From your thorny fingertips
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Try to clean bloodstained hands
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That ran away and left the scene
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Of a crime last night
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Always thought you stood on the other side
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Never thought the roof would cave in
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Where you were hiding
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There's a wave of fear that creeps right in
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A vacant stare that can't say where it's been
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Or what's been laced
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The trail leads all over the place
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There's an angel at your side
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Who rescued you in a nick of time
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Explains how you almost fell
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And vanished into a fatal spell
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She looks into your eyes and sees
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There's something still missing
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She notices a chunk bleeding from your chest
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Tries to stop the bloodflow with her best compress
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But the wreckage is in a mess
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There's an emotional tax, figured in after the fact
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And stories unfold
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The world grows dark and bones get cold
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You look into your heart and you know
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Missing
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Calexico |