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Some days like today, I feel weak, everything seems bleak, And a voice inside me begins to say, The dead ones are free. Some days like today, I feel like I've been cheated, Off of the life I really wanted to live. I cheated myself and I can't live with the consequences… So the voice inside me begins to say, The dead ones are free. Some days like today, I need help but I'm scared to admit, I'm not suicidal, don't put me on trial, Maybe if you can sit and listen, Maybe you'd hear the voice inside me beginning to say… The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. And they want us to just see.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
The dead ones are free.
Some days like today, I feel weak, everything seems bleak, And a voice inside me begins to say, The dead ones are free. Some days like today, I feel like I've been cheated, Off of the life I really wanted to live. I cheated myself and I can't live with the consequences… So the voice inside me begins to say, The dead ones are free. Some days like today, I need help but I'm scared to admit, I'm not suicidal, don't put me on trial, Maybe if you can sit and listen, Maybe you'd hear the voice inside me beginning to say… The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. The dead ones are free. And they want us to just see.
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emmanuel-coker
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
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