Far away echoes...like a carnival in a tin can...the missing have not returned...violent clawing at my brain...And all I ever wanted was a place to call home...a dark place...where the yellow eyes can't pierce...can't find me...yet I wait...and I drink the cup that is handed to me...and down, down, down the rabbit hole...skull crashes into cement...the taste of metal in my mouth...and I am in...
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sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace
cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place.
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in any kind of embrace
cuz the morning suns gonna open your eyes cuz you live in a fucked up place.
baby i was like you once i slept in...
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cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place.
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in any kind of embrace
cuz the morning suns gonna open your eyes cuz you live in a fucked up place.
baby i was like you once i slept in...
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