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She's never lonely when she's alone, one-sided talking but she's noton the phone, kicking and screaming like she's fighting for her life,but there's no crazy killer coming at her with a knife. Playing theradio to cover the screams, listen to the girl come apart at theseams, how many people trapped inside of she? caught back inchildhood fantasy, but being a kid ain't all fun and games, the onesthat did it to her hear her nameing the names. I feel sorry for the girlnext door, but I'm not in love with the girl next door.
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