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Everybody knows.
She walked slowly through the halls,
Of a house that was oddly fimilar,
She can't go back to the people that destroied her, anymore.
We all know her drug of choice and silencing everything including her voice.
We all know her choice of weapon is to keep walking and forget them.
Aren't you sorry for the things you never said?
Aren't you sorry for the things you never did?
Just walk and breathe,
Your lungs and your feet are all you need.
She's got this disease that doctors can't see.
Her eyes may be small but they see enormous things.
Her voice may be silenced but she still sings.
Everybody knows,
that she's low.
Everybody know.
