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Bombs flying over my head its not what it seems i just want to lay in my bed.Counting sheep to pass the time as i weep throught the night.I ask myself "Why me that i must i live to go through pain?" They say "we stick together" but the weather says i cry black and i wont give in to those sick ppl.Not no more Not no way.