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There's a hole in my head.
Where a brain used to be.
It's whole lot of space
and it's troubling me.
At night it get's cold,
When there's nowhere to keep
The warm dreams of dancing,
And songs that bring sleep.
There's a space in my throat
Where a voice used to sing,
But I threw up the words,
And there's no more to bring.
Where a brain used to be.
It's whole lot of space
and it's troubling me.
At night it get's cold,
When there's nowhere to keep
The warm dreams of dancing,
And songs that bring sleep.
There's a space in my throat
Where a voice used to sing,
But I threw up the words,
And there's no more to bring.
There's a pe...
Sunday 29th July 2012 4:36 pm
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