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She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
Closed in a closed cave
Its's so dark I cannot see my own skin
No flashlight, no torches, no matches, helpless
I can't start a fire...its's so dark I see no light
