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White dress, torture in disguise, pointin' flashlight right into my eyes. |
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Sharp pain every single night - every day |
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I fight a hopeless fight... |
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Look, over thirty years |
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I've wished that |
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I was dead, |
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Somebody, help me out, 'cos |
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I'm tied down to my bed... |
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I'm lookin' for someone to release me, |
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I'm waitin' for an angel from my dream, |
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I'm talkin' to all of you around me, |
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I'm asking you - tell me can you hear my silent scream? |
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Dear God gave me such a life full of pain, it's sharp just like a knife, |
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I can think, but |
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I can not tell, what's life to you to me is hell. |
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I hear the storm outside - first crop just hit the roof, |
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I'd die to see the rain, but |
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I can't ... move ... |
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If living is my cross, so let me die or crucify me now, |
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But tell me, can you hear my silent scream? |
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Time stays still - only |
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I can feel when the darkness will appear, |
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Every day |
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I wished away my fear... |
