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Strange
There’s a stranger in my head
I’d like to think, I can afford rent
I’m Feeling stranger lying in bed
Times burden, lie here dead
thoughts burned in my head
Cycle repeat can’t dance to my own beat
Pretend quit another pack of cigarettes
found some skeletons
They’re Hiding In my closet
Thought I locked it
Banging on the door
Naive always ignore
I’d like to think, I can afford rent
I’m Feeling stranger lying in bed
Times burden, lie here dead
thoughts burned in my head
Cycle repeat can’t dance to my own beat
Pretend quit another pack of cigarettes
found some skeletons
They’re Hiding In my closet
Thought I locked it
Banging on the door
Naive always ignore
Published 3rd Jul 2020
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