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Created on: July 02, 2008 Last Updated: July 03, 2008
I'm down the street from your heart
I'm falling asleep again
I've got ghosts floating around me
I've lost the will to be a friend
I heard the locusts in the yard
It's 2:30 in the morning
Dangerous skies around me
I really should be sleeping
My thoughts chase me around the block
Razor blades exist in my veins
Help me to stay awake
I need to escape from my old buildings
Down the street
I hear the crows call
I want to send the night
Right down the hall
I try to keep myself away
From my own prison today
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