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I've been having a hard time with myself |
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Counting the beats of my bad pulse again |
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Then it turned into a nightmare |
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I've been tossing and turning in my bed |
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Sleep deprivation worked me overtime |
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Until my body hit the decline |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so erratic |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so erratic |
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I was a misfit in my youth |
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I thought I knew everything but I admit |
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That I used to wallow in shit |
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So what was there to love about the thrills |
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Other than the time it killed |
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I'm motionless, still I fear the regress |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so erratic |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so erratic |
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Now, I've got a big lump in my throat |
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And it may take some time to swallow it |
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I'm still trying to get used to it |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so erratic |
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Down, over the low |
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There's always something on my nerves |
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That gets me so |
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Here lie the pieces to my puzzled weakness |
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A term that made me so erratic |
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It made me so erratic |