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Down
Feeling persecuted
As my body is rushed to places unknown
So sure that something is out there
Out there to get me
Was the plan to end it young and immature
Barely realizing the light through the windows
Eyes fluttering against the pain
Stopping short of breath
Transport me to wherever you like
I don't know anymore if I have been wronged or righted
As my body is rushed to places unknown
So sure that something is out there
Out there to get me
Was the plan to end it young and immature
Barely realizing the light through the windows
Eyes fluttering against the pain
Stopping short of breath
Transport me to wherever you like
I don't know anymore if I have been wronged or righted
Published 1st Jun 2011
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