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These are all the words you like to speak out loud
It's not the meaning, it's a question of sound
You write them down in a little book
You tear out the pages when the whole night is through
Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle
I like your name, it sounds like berries
These are all the little pills that make you sleep
But sometimes sleep can be close to death
You wake up again in a white room
And something tells you everything is good
Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle
I like your name, it sounds like berries
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