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Where shall I begin |
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It's hard to explain, what makes a person anxious |
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Eyes, all under my skin |
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Analyse before their Diagnosis |
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Take a seat tell us when it started |
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Clear your thoughts |
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Time for mind, probing |
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Suddenly first the rush |
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Pressure in my brain |
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Molecules explode, like drops of rain |
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Blinded I can't see, their reality |
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Trapped in my hell, will I ever break this spell |
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My blood, boils under my skin |
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Nervously, scratching the first reaction |
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How, how shall it end |
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It's driving me, totally 'round the bend |
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Mystified by their own conclusions |
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Given time they'll start, mind probing |
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They keep probing your mind |