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By Ben Moody, What a tragic affection to harbour,
A soul is seeking salvation
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By Ben Moody, She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped
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By Ben Moody, 1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky
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By Ben Moody, Pain and suffering
Far beyond what all could comprehend
Has come to
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By Ben Moody, Holding tight, take this last breath
As the waters rush in
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By Ben Moody, Took from me all that I had
Left my soul and
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By Ben Moody, Why am I thinking of you today?
You should be millions
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By Ben Moody, Sinking and suffocating
The walls are crumbling from within me
Some thing's
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By Ben Moody, She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped
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By Ben Moody, She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all
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By Ben Moody, I couldn't tell you Why she felt that way She
