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Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs, |
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Laid out prone, so vividly unaware, |
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Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy |
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It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds, |
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Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds, |
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It's anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you, |
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It's anxiety, killing you like slow poison |
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Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is me |
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Now something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night, |
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Breathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed, |
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What is the matter, what can it be, |
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To be so unhappy, to be unhappy, |
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Maybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu, |
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But you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to do |
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Anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you |
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Anxiety, killing you like very slow poison |
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Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety |
