Bleak
Run, baby, run, 'til your legs stop working. Sing, baby, sing, 'til your throat is dry. All you birds, will you please stop chirping, I cannot stand to look at the sky. Don't look back now, nothing there to see. Why do you always have to cause more misery? Don't come my way, I want to be alone. Everything I look at turns to stone.
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