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    In with the early dawn
    Moving right along
    I couldn’t buy an eye full of sleep
    And in the aching night
    Under sattelittes
    I was not recieved
    built with the stolen parts
    A telephone in my heart
    Someone get me a priest
    To put my mind to bed
    This ringing in my head
    Is this a cure or is this a disease

    Nail in my hand
    From my creator
    You gave me life now
    Show me how to live
    Nail in my hand
    From my creator
    You gave me life now
    Show me how to live
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