A young girl
With her arm outstretched
She saw everything
And my heart
I'm not addicted any more
I feel so good, I want
Well plastic bullets scratch my face
And broken nails scratch
It's time to open up the memories of your past
And
You seem so nervous and so natural to me
As a
I feel it closing out
The tunnel's getting smaller and I'm
Maybe you'll answer, maybe you won't
So I keep on
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