4/16/04
Close your eyes, this life you miss.
Lay down your head, this night you sleep.
You have too many promises to keep.
Dream of a world in which you smile,
Picture yourself as a little child.
Dream of a land where there is no pain.
Wash your hands of that blood stain.
They know your past, they know your lies.
They know your past and to whom it ties.
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