The conversations with myself
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Screaming out words in which I felt
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It’s like I’ve been tied down
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There’s only one way out
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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It’s like someone cut out my tongue
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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It’s like someone cut out my tongue
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It seems my moth has been stitched closed
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The heavy weights lay on my throat
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The air has been stripped out
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There’s only one way out
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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It’s like someone cut out my tongue
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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It’s like someone cut out my tongue
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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It’s like someone cut out my tongue
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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I can’t get the words out, I can’t get the words out
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I can’t get the words OUT
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Speech Coma
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| Blood Red Shoes |
