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I don’t have no one to help me I don’t have no sun to warm me I don’t have no sleep to wake me I don’t have no cares to kill me I wish I could leave this social plane I wish I could bleed out my heart I can’t see with my eyes open I can’t feel with my arms out I can’t give when I want so much I can’t live when I hurt so much I wish I could relieve this social pain I wish I could weed out my home