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Inside this tired mind you'll find
Lost thoughts and memories
Dark 'n twisted imagery
Puppet men to pull my strings
Worse ideas worsening
Inside this tired mind you'll find
Broken promises and broken toys
All your dreams are lost to full the void
A tree, a plant grows inside
But its way too dark to realize
And inside this troubled mind you
Pictures in broken frames
And knowing things wont feel same
Because behind my tired eyes you'll find
The land of broken things.
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