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#1 I need a cover, I need a hole, A nice little cupboard or a lockable door. One that will hold up when others blow down. One that can stand up when shi* hits the fan. A tissue to catch misbegotten tears, or arms to surround and eliminate fears. A room where I whisper, a room where I scream. A place I can dance in and somewhere to dream. |
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