Keeling at the sink I¡¯m reeling
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waiting for the calm that can¡¯t be found
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I¡¯ve swallowed all the pills, I¡¯m cold
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and the dreams are starting to take hold.
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Thinking that this room is sinking
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and my God is nowhere to be found
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1,2,3,4 (backwards)
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Spun around
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| The Boo Radleys |
