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		 helplessly stoned  
 
milions of little spaced out creatures 
(innocent as death) 
are swarming, teeming trough my head  
 
they've come with the one and only 
purpose of confusing me 
(their mistress)  
 
and even tough I know I shouldn't 
(I should fight and scream and run away) 
I let myself get carried away  
 
time 
after time 
after time  
 
I know I'm weak 
I know I'm freaked 
 
(sorry for this 
sorry for everything, my love)
	 
	
	
	
	
	
		
		
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	Don't hide. Expose yourself! 
	 
	
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