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Who put the mess in your head?
Filtering the sense of all you could have said
Who stole the words from your mouth
So twisted in contagion, and reaching out
If this is the lullaby, then
Why am I not sleeping easy?
If you leave me alone, I will come home
Dragging my tales behind me
Sweetheart, they’ll hang me out to dry
When nothing is left
There is always us
When nothing is left
