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
You slit your own throat
You won’t be around for long
Though
I got tired, I killed it through and through
I don't
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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