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Two weeks away from reality |
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And I was beginning to feel |
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I couldn't be myself |
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Feel like a fly caught in honey |
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Knowing that soon somebody was going to see me |
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Knowing that |
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I probably going to die |
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Oh, here we go again |
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I'm so spent |
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My head is spinning |
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Oh, can you bail me out of this rut |
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I got myself in once again |
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From the nightmares and my dreams |
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I was beginning to feel |
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I couldn't be myself |
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She was a little girl, she knew all about my world |
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She was the matron on my dreams, she could set me free |
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Oh, here we go again |
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I'm so spent |
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My head is spinning |
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Oh, can you bail me out of this rut |
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I've got myself in once again |
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Oh, here we go again |
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I'm so spent |
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My head is spinning |
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Oh, can you bail me out of this rut |
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I've got myself in once again |
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Oh, here we go again |
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I'm so spent |
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My head is spinning |
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Oh, can you bail me out of this rut |
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I've got myself in once again |
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Oh, here we go again |
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I'm so spent |
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My head is spinning |
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Oh, can you bail me out of this rut |
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I've got myself in once again |
