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A Call For Help

Tearing, open up my chest Pulling, tugging at my heart Burning, burning, burning, burning Ripping, pulling me apart Let my insides spill out See me falling here and there Maybe we can put me together Performing with no center snare Arms and chest are open wide Wounds agape for you to see Someone help me wipe my tears There is no one here but me

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