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I kick the sheets |
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Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet |
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I'm in the dark |
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God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart |
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What wouldn't I? |
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What wouldn't I give? |
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It comes to this |
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I'm only sure of things I know now don't exist |
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There's no precision |
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I'm inside-outside-in I want subdivision |
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And all of this fills my aching head |
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I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed. |
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Oh dear, oh me-oh-my |
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Got to concentrate just to keep from trying |
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Oh dear, oh me-oh-my |
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Got to concentrate just to keep from trying |
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Don't lose it |
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Things move rapidly |
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Don't lose it |
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Try to maintain composure |
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Don't lose it |
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The dead are haunting me |
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Out with it |
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Let's get it over. |
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What wouldn't I? |
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What wouldn't I give? |
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I'm thoroughly wasted |
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My mind's hallucinating lucidity |
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It's over sensitized |
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And something's moving on the periphery |
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What wouldn't I? |
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What wouldn't I give? |
