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I am fourteen Wrapped in a white sheet Rain's coming through the window The moon lands on my feet I am pale green I think she laced it with pcp I feel like i'm in hell now I want my dad I want my dad I am somewhere far from seeing seeing seeing And look at me now It's seven in the morning You're dreaming where it's storming I miss you I miss you without warning I am somewhere far from seeing From Letras Mania