In the dark there's light,
Oh, I can see your face.
Quiet, so desolate.
I'm in your place.
Black satin sheets,
White barren walls.
There goes my baby,
And the stuffed bear falls.
I realize now after so long,
You and your shit, I don't need it.
So by the end of the end,
Take your memory, 'cause I'll delete it.
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