There's a blitzkrieg in my head
All the fear has exited the door
Keep the needle leave the thread
Hear my cry echo, continue to ignore
Brilliant wings get washed away
Feel the stitches sting
Take your jeweled chalet and play all day
String me up on your coiled spring
Then I'll be OK
In eternal rest
My soul will be free to give away
Then my problems won't need to be addressed
--------Just for today
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