</>In the night I toss and turn
Rummaging in my bed -
In my sleep
Seeking someone who had
Not been there at all
And I lay dying and
Screaming
The shrill sound echoing
In my mind
In my heart
The pain's like pins
And needles in my side
In the night I toss and turn
And suffer in my sleep
They'll never go away
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