My poor souls crushed
Tons of regret behind
I'm rebuilt
Led in from
Sitting alone (away)
Sit near the phone
Sitting alone (no way)
Anything's better
I pulled away.
Inviting your in-touch spread out disease
This time
Would you,
Come take a walk with us
Turn, run away
Scream
I feel the nerves in your head
I trapped a memory
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