these troubled day's just go on on and on
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i'm losing sleep and i sink like a stone
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want to call the maker on phone
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ask him where the magic has all gone
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and the sound of the drum
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leaves me perfectly high
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and the sound of drum
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leaves me perfectly numb
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see the cannnotball fly through
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the hole in the sky
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and i'm leaving for good
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this time i am leaving for good
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this time is right time i'd stay if i could
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and the sound of the drum leaves me perfectly high
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these troubled day just go on and on seems like a
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waste just to try to be strong
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all this melancholy wears me down
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a sentimental breakdown is coming around
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and the sound of the drum
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leaves me perfectly high
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and the sound of drum
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leaves me perfectly numb
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see the cannnotball fly through
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the hole in the sky
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and i'm leaving for good
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this time i am leaving for good
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this time is right time i'd stay if i could
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and the sound of the drum leaves me perfectly numb
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teah the sound of the drum leaves me perfectly numb
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oh the sound of the drum leaves me perfectly numb
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Perfectly Numb
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| Popium |
