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When she sleeps,
When she sleeps, She receives peace.
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets,
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes,
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes, All her fears Cease.
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes, All her fears Cease. So she’s free.
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes, All her fears Cease. So she’s free. For a few weeks.
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes, All her fears Cease. So she’s free. For a few weeks. Til she needs Ease.
When she sleeps, She receives peace. As she squeeze sheets, She believes, All her fears Cease. So she’s free. For a few weeks. Til she needs Ease. Til she’s knee deep
In her bleak
In her bleak Mind.
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak.
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps,
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps, Each time she closes her eyes.
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps, Each time she closes her eyes. The hill’s steep.
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps, Each time she closes her eyes. The hill’s steep. Her beliefs freeze.
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps, Each time she closes her eyes. The hill’s steep. Her beliefs freeze. Now she waits,
In her bleak Mind. She feels weak. She now weeps, Each time she closes her eyes. The hill’s steep. Her beliefs freeze. Now she waits, for the sunrise.
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