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Turning, spinning, falling down
On my head I fall again
On my bed I scream again
Hold me close, nearer I go
Farther may I from you
Confess to me your weakest toughts
Demand my soul to love you
Dream of me in the night to have you leave when the sun rises
Cook my heart into pieces
Burn my mind so I can black out to mend the pain
Stitch up my wounds so I can live again
Paint my picture like a pretty canvas stuck on the wall
Everyone can see it now
Its no suprise we are this way.