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I am a girl in a silly red sheet
I wonder why it is not easy to be me I hear the clouds talk about me I see the clouds get gray around me I want to just cry I am a girl in a silly red sheet I pretend to have a silly red sheet I feel love and pain just like you do I touched a million miles I worry about a home I'll never see I cry when I know how close I am to home I am a girl in a silly red sheet I understand that it is not easy I say up, up and away from here I dream that even heroes have the right to bleed I try to save everyone but me I hope to find a better side of me I am a girl in a silly red sheet
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