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FLying on my bed I was readBbing freFnch With the ligDmht too briCght for my BbsenseFs FFrom this hiding place, life was wBbay too mFuch It was louDmd and rouCgh round theBb edgeFs So I facCed the wall when an oldBb man called Out of dreCams that I would dBbie thFere But a siCght unseen, you were puBblling strings And you hCad a differentBb ideFa
I was like a child, I was light as straw When my father lifted me up there Took me to a place where they checked my body My soul was floating in thin air I clung to the bed, and I clung to the past And I clung to the welcome darkness But at the end of the night There's a green green light It's the quiet before the madness
GmThere was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell She pBbut out her arm and she touched me when I was in hFell. When I was in heCll...