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Walk along the playground, hear the school bell ring
Voices screaming in your head, they never say a thing
Falling deep through misery, I guess you’ll never know
They knew the moment it was said, they’d leave you all alone
Walk along the metal fence, fingers flowing in a line
Wish that you could learn to feel just what it’s like inside