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Take her to the room, Find out what's wrong But there's nothing wrong with her. It's the reel, of only one venture Taking me back to a stainless closure Pull apart the little girl strapped on that X-ray Pull apart the little churl, so she can't get away Epic trouble, In slumberland Forgot the dreams that I had Because of the trouble in my hand Septic colons spur the lift of the man. We write, with a doubt in our hand Take her to the room, find out what's wrong There's nothing wrong with her Filthy sand is all I had, With dreams of trouble, All I had was one woman From Letras Mania