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MARTHA WAINWRIGHT >> Merchandise Links
MARTHA WAINWRIGHT
Sometimes I feel like there is no one No one at all That life is a myth And I won't be missed When I'm gone But they say that you are no one Without the people Who love and know you around And sometimes I feel like my Dad For leaving her sad and alone In this big house These are the thoughts that I have When I'm alone at home in my bed And I get scared And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing And some people ask why I can't Remember the past There is this dead woman in my lane She's eating my brain Her skin is soft and white and bright Against the night There is this man in my house When I'm not there He says he knows me from somewhere And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing
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