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Gloom
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Pray for me
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Cause I'm struggling down
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This needle and rock
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In a daze I don't mind
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The sun brought terror straight
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From two o'clock sun
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And to my sister I lay wasted
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From the pain scarred by all the mute remorse inside my head
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Slice and begin again, again
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Slice this skin again
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Pray for all this Beckoning down on my soul
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Like in pain, rests inside this
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when I'm down
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Short thin road
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In my head
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Gloom
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| Vision of disorder |
