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MY DREAMS INK PRINTED ON WHITE PAPER, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR, READ, SING.
BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS I'M ALONE, ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM AND I'M RUNNING
AND I'M KEEPING A SECRET THEY ALL WANT TO KNOW, BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS I'M ALONE,
ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM, AND I'M RUNNING SOMEWHERE I'M LEAVING THIS HELL,
I CAN'T BE STUCK IN HERE ANY LONGER, SOMEONE BETTER PULL ME OUT
I THINK I COMMITTED A CRIME, FOR A DAY OR TWO AND I THANK GOD I COMMITTED A CRIME..