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| In my mind and nailed into my heels.
All the time killing what I feel. And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] turns to stone. And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] turns stone. I am fused just in case I blow out. I am glued just because I crack out. Everything I touch turns to stone. Everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] |
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