It's a feeling I've had many times before I can't hold the fort so don't give me more I struggle and sweat when I'm wide awake When I know I'm fine, I'm not used to fine It's the same thing again But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now And you blast off in another rant I've not opened my mouth Can you read my mind so easily As the madness sets in You must know that I'll follow you A sudden movement and a broken limb The patches are there to show where I'm hit My fault is it now well that's news to me Curled and joyless we try once again
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