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Crying me to sleep
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I've had this pillow for years.
This pillow holds my tears.
It's wet but dry, these tears I hide,
This pillow shall greve my fears.
I walk along a life,
That shall never include this knife,
So, throw me that pillow.
Oh, what a fellow.
I'll cry in it with all my might.
This pillow holds my tears.
It's wet but dry, these tears I hide,
This pillow shall greve my fears.
I walk along a life,
That shall never include this knife,
So, throw me that pillow.
Oh, what a fellow.
I'll cry in it with all my might.
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