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RESTART

A loaded pistol

She’s shooting at the walls

That always close in at night


In her faded cotton gown

She burns the candle down

Wasting her breath with asking “Why?”


She don’t want to go home

Cause she don’t want to sleep alone


Painted sad eyes

He don’t deserve your tears

Turn that light out and come outside


As the caged bird dreams of trees

And sings for company

About the fear of gravity


She don’t want to go home

Cause she don’t want to sleep alone


A burnt child in love with the flame

Every fire ended the same

With the taste of ashes in her mouth


Memories are the food of fools

Drowning in their dreams

A fish bowl filled with fools like me


She don’t want to go home

But she won’t always sleep alone


A loaded pistol

Blow the door open wide

Walk through and start again

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