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There is poison in my wine
There is cold snow in my shoes
The are footprints on my window frame
The dog is loose
I scream but i can't hear a word
I cry my eyes are filled
My toes are fake
My legs are thin
I'll never win
In vain i try to compose
The greatest symphony
The crowd who point their fingers
The crowd who i hear laugh
Are making my knees shiver
Are making my hands week
There is one little star on the sky
When i sleep i can hear somebody cry
Alone i can do nothing, alone i stand alone
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