Lana you haunt me
Kurt you've fooled me
Marshall you've scared me
I've heard them all
Your songs at night
I lay down
I want to fight
Someone tell me what you meant
I can't move
I'm stuck in dirt, water and cement
Lana I've cried, can you hear?
Kurt I wish you were still here
Marshall yell at me to wake
Let me at least fake it
I can't believe I'm still alive
With your music, I might as well have died
I slept with you all at my hip
I would weep and listen as I sipped
Someone tell me where you are
I lost my mind
I hope it won't scar
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