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| I couldn't stand before that man. He was so tall and scary! And I had hardly a stitch of clothing on, Just an old green overcoat! I couldn't stand to be in that place. It was so dark and scary! I needed a cigarette and some rest. I just had to go. I couldn't take the streets at night. They're so wild and scary! And it's so cold -- it's freezing, I run fast, not slow! I can't take the religious life; Everybody wants to save me. And I've never really been free, Only in my dreams. |
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