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Escape

I want to lay my tired head
Upon the mossy ground
I want to get lost in the dead-end woods
And never again be found.

I want to lay my tired head
Upon this bed of clouds
I want to get lost in the heavens
And never touch the ground

I want to lay my tired head
Upon the icy floor
I want to stay in this haunted house
And lock every open door.



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