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All they want is to push me back into the darkness down here
So they won’t ever see me again
Well, now I know
They’ll never let me out

If I had arms I could kill myself
If I had legs I could run away
If I had a voice I could talk and be some kind of company for myself
I could yell for help
But nobody would help me

“SOS. Help me.”

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