See the words written on your tounge
Oh how sweet they taste
But now for sorrow taken hold
We must think fast, make haste
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It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night
I cannot see there is no light
I'm sitting down I cannot move
My hands are tied to a ceiling groove
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I was walking home from school one day
As happy as could be
I walked through the door just to find
A sight no one should see
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I sit here by the shore where you left me long ago
I wrote a message in a bottle with words that you should know
These words are only thoughts I hold inside my head
I try to keep these thought alive don't want them to be dead
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The color red is for the blood that everyone must shed
For if the blood was kept inside then no one would be dead
Without death Earth would be over populated
The process of mourning is humorously outdated
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