Are you dead to the world?
It appears that you might
I may be slower than some folks
But I always make
Her ghost is six or so feet tall
And the lights
It should be boredom by now
I know the tricks of
There's nothing to fear but fear itself and you
There's nothing
I'm just a little person
One person in a sea
Of many
So what you're never understood
Big deal you're doomed to die
Oh
You slit your own throat
You won’t be around for long
Though
Here's the face of trouble
It’s the face I wear
And it
(I'm standing up straight, and
I'm standing up tall
I've no time
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