i make random loud noises in hope to drown out the sounds of you crying
and so when i sing a song to my self, it stopping me from dieing
i shall hold the world up so you wont get crushed by humanities emotions
and all the time i'm wishing for the end of this commotion
and so dream my little dime soldier, cos all we do is wishing
and every time you stop and think, my dime soldier should be fishing
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