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What's the blues, when you've got the greys? |
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I think I've given up, my body's given in,in a building, i lie still, and then i turn back over againin a building that has heatingand sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains |
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I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing upand you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuckand it won't work its way through my guts and just go away |
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I woke up this afternoon thought maybe todaythat the world might be a more colorful placebut there's no luck, it's still just greycome back here |
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What's the blues, when you've got the greys?much less productive than hardship and painin a building, where |
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I lie still,just before i turn over againin a building that has heatingand sweat sweat sweat sweat dried-on stains |
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I'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing upand you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuckand it won't work its way through my guts and just go away |
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I woke up this afternoon thought maybe todaythe world might be a more colorful placethere's no luck, it's still just greyoh, what's the blues here when you've got the greysi don't have much of a story to sayi just sit around at night and avoid dayif i feel anything it at all it would be to get upand avoid conversation and human contactcause you can't touch the world if you can't feel painyou should come back here |
