maybe in Paraguay they can find you

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unwind my hand, rewind my days
oh clear the cobwebs, clear the daze

a cold white room all cushioned white
my mind feels trapped; i strain, i fight

not cracks at all i strike the pane
futile attempts-again!again!

the four blank walls give me no heed
no way is out-to you i need

from there to here how i am lost
you're gone, you're gone- come numbing frost.