This is like a disease that¡¯s covering me
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Tangled and braided up
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I can¡¯t speak with an ease
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It¡¯s like a spider web tangling me
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Grinding my teeth
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I can sleep for the world
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God lost in a roll
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I¡¯ll find a way to slide
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I can bring disarray
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯re always in my head
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Who are you?
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Make me sick
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯ll never understand how I break
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There¡¯s someone inside and I don¡¯t think it¡¯s me
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I¡¯m full of the strangest sounds
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They¡¯re pulling my strings
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I can¡¯t think for myself
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I am sick of this
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I am sick of this
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I¡¯m sick of my role in this game
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯re always in my head
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Who are you?
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Make me sick
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯ll never understand how I break
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I¡¯m sick of my role in this game
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Conversations that always turn to flames
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I¡¯m sick of this test
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A note to myself ¡¦ Press erase
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I¡¯m sick of the calmness.
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It¡¯s always there
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I¡¯m hanging on moments that always seems to end
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I can¡¯t stand complaining
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A note to myself ¡¦Press erase
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯re always in my head
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Who are you?
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Make me sick
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Come on, come on
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You¡¯ll never understand how I break
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Forgive me
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I cannot erase this
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Your always in my head
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Make me sick
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Note To Self
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| Seymour Glass |
