People call me two face,
they say i'm to blame,
what's wrong with my place?,
i didn't want this kind of fame,
I'm stuck in this moment,
i need some room,
i need out this place,
real real soon,
i can't take it anymore,
it's hurting inside,
i want to walk out this door,
need to be swept away by the tide,
save me, oh save me,
save me, oh save me,
help me, oh help me,
save me fom here!
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