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I can hear the pressure
i can see the pain
i can smell the blood
as it trickles down the drain
its night
im not alright
how could i be?
how could i be expected to sleep?
how can i be expected to breathe?
ask that to the father
who just cast her astray
ask that to the brother
who had to have his way
tell that to the man
who left her in the dark
tell that to the world
that she just tries to escape
she just waits for that day
oh can you feel it daddy?.
can you see the pain?
what about you bubbie?
can you hear the pain
that i go through every fucking day
because of you i feel this way
i just want to escape the pain
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