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Awake on a work out mattress |
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Hard, comfortless |
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No matter which way my body lay |
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I feel, I feel the change to lose consciousness exist |
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Only for a moment |
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Then like the click of a metronome I turn, I turn |
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Turn on the TV |
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Commercials for girls with low self-esteem |
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I'm uneasy |
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So I turn it off again |
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Can't make my thoughts stop sprinting |
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Can't pick out another song |
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Not to refrain from its pounding rhythm |
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Give worry a beat so it can march along |
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My heart throbs a pulse I can feel it |
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Might as well be a punch in the chest |
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Screaming wake up, wake up |
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What mistakes did you make |
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Completely exhausted, entirely awake |
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Counting sheep |
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Constantly beating (wake up, wake up) |
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No sign of sleep, no chance for relief |
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From closeted skeletons telling me |
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Eloquent lies on repeat |
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Every defeat in my mind |
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4 million times |
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With perfect precision decisions must be analyzed |
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And I wait, wide awake |
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Concentrate on my breathing |
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Glow stars on the ceiling dissipate |
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Counting minutes till the sun comes up |
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And I hear the hymn of garbage trucks, till then |
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I'll be counting sheep |
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Constantly beating (wide awake) |
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No sign of sleep, no chance for relief |
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From closeted skeletons telling me |
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Eloquent lies on repeat |
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Every defeat in my mind |
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4 million times |
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With perfect precision decisions must be analyzed |
