There's a circle made of red,
On the wall above my bed,
It sits there on its own,
In the corner of my eye,
And I dial on the phone,
Tell the lady I'll just die.
She tells me that I ought calm down,
But while she talks I hear a sound,
The circle turns to me with a sigh,
Says "Take me down I need a break,"
Says "I just want to see you smile."
I'm trying to pinch myself awake.
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