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A padded cell for one friend
A padded cell for two
A door that always locked in the end
Thats what they give to you
They say that they will help you
Rid your self of that one voice
But really they'll be the death of you
Cause you have made your choice
You could already block that voice out
Started going back to normal
But now your parents have found out
And gave you a straight-jacket thats anything but formal
So now all you see is white
All your feel is 'comfy'
And the voice comes back with new bite
Cause it knows your lonely
See with no noise
With all this comfort
You given this voice new poise
Gave him some harsh dirt
So know because of you I'm sersiously sick
I only hear him, not myself
Please, I beg of you at least give me some music
I need something to drown his voice out
But your giving me no options
Throwing me in a corner
Until I kill myself
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