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"My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest Oh, Baby I am Lost Oh, Baby I am Lost... I try to push the colors through a prism back to white To sync our different pulses into a blinding light And if love is not the key. If love is not a key I hope that I can find a place where it could be I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question Which I'm not as yet aware that I have asked And if that tree had not drunk my tears I would have bled and cried for all the years That I alone have let them pass Oh, Baby I am yours Oh, Baby I am yours Oh, Baby I am yours Oh, Baby I am yours... "