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QUEENSRYCHE
Empty room today And here I sit Chalk outline upon the wall I remember tracing it A thousand times, the night she died. Why? (Why?) There's no sleep today, I can't pretend When all my dreams are crimes I can't stand facing them Now who will come To wash away my sins Clean my room, fix my meals Be my friend?
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