Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep
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Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep
Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep