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Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes
Ashes
We all fall down
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V Feet first
V Head full of useless words
V Hands clutching the passing wind
V And you know you'll never get out again
V Because you don't want to face the truth
V You want to believe he loves you
V You know he's just going to let you down
V Children should be encouraged to drown
V You run, stumble, trip, fall
V You keep running into walls
V Monsters in the dark
V And hoping for the sun behind the curtain
V Now you're more than certain
V You never had a chance at all
V You were always falling
V Poor, pathetic you
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It's 8:50 AM. Do you know where your children are?