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