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I woke up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Emptiness fills my soul,
It takes a very great tole.
I try and try to fill the hole
but not enough love.....