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My pillow’s cold

It’s cause I’m old 

I’m wearing a diaper 

Omg is that a sniper 

I’m laying here alone 

Where’s my medicine 

Who’s that standing out my window 

Is this a dream 

Oh shoot I’m awake 

I’m gonna get shot

They’re here 

I’m hungry 

Little do they know, they’re the ones in danger 

 

 

 

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