depression'
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Street lamps
and the last train speeding through
ringing its arupt and startling bell
"clear the way" it says to an empty road
The night is dead
ChorusSticcs and stones and broken homes your curses are what hurt meYour heart is stone it breaks my soul your hatred is what birthed meYou drink my blood and drain my love and you always seem so thirstyYou act so high above us all you act like i
