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Do it in my sleep when I can’t speak
When I’m confused, don’t let me breathe
No life for me
And yeah, you don’t see
In these soaking sheets there’s no dignity
I’m no longer me
No life for me
When a mind is just a head
It’s a body to be fed
I’d rather be dead
Dead
So dad I swear to God
Even though He’s made up
I’ll get and load the gun
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Fence Hopping
01:34
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