(...) But I know someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear
Isn't it lovely, all alone?!!!
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home...
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