lyrics
help is all that you ask, but it's no simple task to get you along
a thought that's tripping up your head- we'll keep you in bed 'til you're all right.
help-
my friend took a week's vacation from life
the med said he found him alone with a knife in his side (see the white feathers fly)
help-
what's all wrong with this one?
what's all wrong with this one?
voices silently calling
clocks are constantly ticking
we are hostages waiting
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