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The lark is dead,

the boy is numbing his head,

the family doesn't care,

and my mind is lead.


But I managed to quit,

so now I can admit,

I still cry on most days,

my mind still has fits.


Now don't get me wrong,

if I open my eyes its gone,

for my head constantly fights,

but my soul gets along.


So now I lay me down to sleep,

I'll give myself my soul to keep,

don't trust Gods greedy hands,

he molded my heart and made it weep.








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⏰ Last updated: May 07, 2016 ⏰

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