Get Out! (1)

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The pain is not getting out...

I need something to pull on it, make me feel

This steel that is cemented up inside of me, I need someone to start the peel...

Something...someone...please make me real...

Whatever it is that is dead inside of me is getting rotten

Don't look me in my eyes and say it's nothing

It reeks, it stinks...

You see it in the way I behave.

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