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I turn away
But there is no time to run
I look into the rising sun

I try to scream
But my throat closes
Smell the scent of burning roses

I kick and fight
Trying to run away
Need a mental getaway

I try to breathe
But I'm drowning
See everyone constantly frowning

I need to find
A way back home
To escape this catacomb

They're trying to
Hang me out to dry
I'll be saying this with a sigh





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