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It's worse by the day now, every time |
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I lay down |
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Words come alive in my head and they play loud |
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It's like they can't find a way out |
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Wanna pull the plug on their party, it's starting |
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To worry me, can't get to sleep when |
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I wanna do |
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How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you? |
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Everywhere you went from the street to the bed |
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And repeated through the night everything you said |
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Tried so many things, pen and a pad |
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By the side of my bed but it's sending me mad |
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Every time |
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I recline, |
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I decline to opine |
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But there's always a rhyme at the back of my mind |
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Tried sippin on bottles of wine when |
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I dine, So sleep |
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I can find when it's time for bedtime |
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Rest my head fine, but it's just no use |
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Sentences now they forming queues |
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I reckon, |
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It's worse me than bein heckled |
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Right now my brains just a broken record |
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Sleep diminishes, when |
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I start a song |
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And my mind won't stop cause |
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I always gotta finish it |
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And when that songs done through to the end |
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The same track starts all over again |
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It's like my mind can't function, needs words to munch on |
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Came to a junction where traffic don't stop |
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Counting sheep and they never ever go |
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Losing sleep cause the words just flow |
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Sounds in my head like a radio |
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Lay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked |
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Seems like the verse has become my foe |
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At war in my head and he don't wanna go |
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Til I've laid him to rest in the studio |
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Stay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked |
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There ain't nothing that's appealing looking at the ceiling |
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Your eyes wide open wishing you were dreaming (Dreaming) |
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And still the words keep streaming |
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It's only ever stops when |
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I put em to rest |
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Then I've shooken the stress, no less |
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Plus I've tooken the best take let's say |
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I ever coulda taken |
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Lost weeks of sleep so |
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I had to be patient |
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You could be forsaken for thinking |
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I'm mental |
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I let it all out in the vocal booth, |
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Syllables putting 'em to soulful use |
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Released from within this ain't a joke it's truth |
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Once I put em in a song, they can never bother me |
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What the hell is wrong with me, |
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I didn't choose it |
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Absurd, why |
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I gotta lock these words in the music |
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Some would say |
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I'm blessed with a talent and yes |
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But only when |
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I'm dead will they give it a rest |
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Tell me what's the reason |
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I'm still fighting demons |
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I'm asking what is their significance |
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Tell me what's the reason |
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I'm still fighting demons |
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I'm pleading, |
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I only wanna get some sleep |