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I'm sick I think I'm sick |
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Sometimes I think I get like this |
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I bite my tongue, I clench my fists |
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Resist at first and then reverse |
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The night knows me by name |
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Its shadow trained to dull the pain |
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All the black begins to blur |
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Resist at first and then immerse |
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[x2] |
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It tires me, it makes me sad |
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To think of all the nights I've had |
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Eyes shut tightly, I shut down |
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Won't be that much longer now |
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In the quiet, in the dark |
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All my ideals fall apart |
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When they come for me again |
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Resist with everything I am |
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It tires me, it makes me sad |
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To think of all the nights I've had |
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Eyes shut tightly, I shut down |
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Won't be that much longer now |
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I'm sick, I think I'm sick |
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Sometimes I think I get like this |
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I bite my tongue, I clench my fists |
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Resist at first and then reverse |
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Life's a war, you pick your fight |
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I think mine picks me first most nights |
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If I should wake before I die |
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Then promise me you'll never get this sick inside |
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Can't undo a word I said |
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Years of struggle still ahead |
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All the trouble in my head |
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I wish I were good instead |
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[x2] |
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I'm sick, I think I'm sick |
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Sometimes I think I get like this |
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I bite my tongue, I clench my fists |
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Resist at first and then reverse |
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My adversary knows me well |
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She's out for blood, too soon to tell |
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If I'll outsmart these lies of hell |
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And think my sick self back to health |
