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Looking down unaware of the world |
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What a strung out beautiful girl |
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Dawn is holding a sign, could use a little help here |
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She's aware in her own little way |
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Fading in and out of the day |
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As she sits there in shame, and she wonders |
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Can you take, can you take, can you take me lower? |
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Can you take, can you take, can you take me over? |
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Feeling too much pain to defy |
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The disease is deep in her eyes |
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So she might as well drown in the thing that saves her |
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She recalls that there was a time |
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When she wasn't actualized |
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To relinqish control to her savior |
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Can you take, can you take, can you take me lower? |
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Can you take, can you take, can you take me over? |
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Looking down unaware of the world |
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What a strung out beautiful girl |
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Dawn is holding a sign, could use a little help there |
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She's aware in her own little way |
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Fading in and out of the day |
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As she sits there in shame, and she wonders |
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Can you take, can you take, can you take me lower? |
