All she ever wanted in this whole wide world was to scream what she could not say.
Why is it cold and mean all the time?
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?
All she ever wanted in this whole wide world was to dance her bones.
Why is it cold and mean all the time?
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?
Somebody open up her hands, somebody open her hands up.
So she can listen to me.
Through her fingers, we finally touch.
Somebody open up her voice, open her voice wide like a river.
So time can deliver all its sweetness.
All she ever wanted in this whole wide world was to scream what she could not say.
A woman lies awake dreaming.
Like Alice in some sequined wonderland.
Still hallucinating that her dark prince is gonna come and take her hand.
Lifted from the ground, it's been buried so long.
Turning all around until there's nothing wrong.
Even when I am sleeping all the time.
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?
Why do I always feel like a straight line is crawling in and out and up and down my spine even when I am sleeping?







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