"On the window ledge I don't feel safe,
Stay looking down you
It's out of my hands for now
It's out of my hands for now
I can't just walk away
It'd be nice to walk away
But I don't feel safe
Get away, all the way up here
whispered* I said
Start to feel insane, betrayed
Out on my window ledge
And now our finest hour arrives,
See the pig dressed in
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