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Day - Brain Stew I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own, here we go. . . . My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry Face is numb F*cked up and spun out in my room On my own, here we go. . . . My mind is set on overdrive The clock is laughing in my face Crooked spine Senses dulled Passed the point of delirium On my own, here we go. . . |
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