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Trapped myself in this room, I will be stuck here
All day and as the dust piles up, I see my way out
But I was feeling it all, feeling too much and I need
And I need to get up, I'm ready to run
When I talk to you, I always see
That you're so so filled with fear
And when you get down on yourself, you get so down
And everyone that I love loves self-harm
I'm feeling it all, I gotta get up
The dust piles up, I gotta get up
I gotta get up, I gotta get up
I gotta get up, I gotta get up
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