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This rope, it burns. |
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So untie me. |
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The deduction of laughter. |
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Thought I was clean. |
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And quarantined. |
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Obviously they found me. |
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If you'd just shine. |
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Your brightest light. |
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Then you could flee. |
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This Rope It Burns. |
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So Untie Me. |
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Think I could be any cleaner' |
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Call Me Crazy... |
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If you'd just shine. |
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Your brightest light. |
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Then you could flee |
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from the streets |
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I've tried screaming. |
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And tuning out. |
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I hope they leave soon. |
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This rope it still hangs here. |
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The sun slips down on me. |
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If you'd just shine. |
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Your brightest light. |
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Then you could flee |
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from the streets |
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I've tried screaming. |
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And tuning out. |
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For Me, For Me. |
