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lieve in one t

              
hing that you 

     
say to me
            
Would you like

             
 to leave? Whe

            
n I try to tal

             
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urns out to be

          
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tle tiny room 

            
that our frien

          
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rom the knife 

              
in your hand t

            
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I'd like to un

             
derstand what 

            
you think abou

            
t why it seems

   
 so bad
           
It's only esca

             
pe from everyt

             
hing I know I'

            
m weak I know 

        
that I'm sad

          
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that our frien

          
d calls a home
            
   My head fil

            
ls with heat f

             
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in your hand t

            
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