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Rougher than the morning sun (all alone, having fun)
Drifting off to places that are killing me slowly
Giggling at thoughts she has (ha ha ho, he he ha)
In the end its what is making me feel lowly
Stranger in my own head
Quivering with every step
Tireder with every breath
Heavier than drops of lead
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet? Oh
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet? Oh
Sleeping through the whole day
No more fun to go play
Petrified by sun ray
Doing whatever you say
Round and round, down and down
The sound it hits the ground too loud
Breaks the peace below
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet? Oh
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet? Oh
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet?
What do you get out of this?
Violet, Violet?
Violet?
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