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I’m having trouble trying to sleep |
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I’m counting sheep but running out |
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As time ticks by, and still I try |
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No rest for crosstops in my mind |
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My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed |
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Dried up and bulging out my skull |
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My mouth is dry, my face is numb |
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fucked up and spun out in my room |
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My mind is set on overdrive |
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The clock is laughing in my face |
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A crooked spine, my sense’s dulled |
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Passed the point of delerium |
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My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed |
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Dried up and bulging out my skull |
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My mouth is dry, my face is numb |
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fucked up and spun out in my room |
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A G F# F E nokkrum sinnum |
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(spila intro i gegnum versin) |
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Into a state of regression |
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It’s leaving me behind to rank |
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Going „straight“ will get you nowhere |
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I found my place in nowhere |
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I’m taking one step sideways |
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Got a fucked up equilibrium |
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Blessed into our extinction |
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Going „straight“ will get you nowhere |
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I found my place in nowhere |
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Going „straight“ will get you nowhere |
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I found my place in nowhere |
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