I've had to perform every single know act of contrition
But still I keep finding myself in a precarious position
The sign that I hung the door it says I've gone fishing
Buy I can't go nowhere here comes another admission
Crisis
Clinician
Crisis
Clinician
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I know that some things are better left unsaid
Except for that screaming going on up in your head
Hold on man just stay right there on the edge of your bed
I'd much rather see brown smears than red
(Uh oh)
Crisis
Clinician
Crisis
Clinician
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Clinician
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Clinician
The seepage from under the door the floor is caked with ooze
But that's ok I got my none slip shoes
I still haven't entered my notes onto the system yet
But now I've got this recording so I won't forget
Crisis
Clinician
Crisis
Clinician
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