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Staring at the sun again once again
Lay awake
Roll my my eyes
Burn my retina up inside

A paper bag on my head
Wishing that life would end
A paper bag on your head

Laying in my bed
Staring at the ceiling fan
Thinking why won't it end
I don't want you around
Outside touch some grass
Take a photograph of something pretty

A paper bag on my head
Wishing my life would end
A paper bag on your head
You wishing your life would end

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Writer(s): Tripp Wilson
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