Fears in 3
London Bauman
I was a kind of person who never let things out of my mouth
I was a secret keeper for myself
It didn't take me long to find out that it bubbles up inside
'Till you die
Fears that come in three
Fears that won't destroy me
Roll me up in a carpet, baby
And throw me off the nearest dock
Roll me up a spliff and spark it, baby
I'm the broken hands of a clock
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