Count your every waking breath Always new ways to obsess How did I get this sickness
I think your power is absolute I tear my hair out by the roots And nothing I do bears any fruit How did I get in this mess
Like a slip of the tongue
But there is no escaping this I'm dancing over the abyss How did I get this sickness
But the bullet is long gone
There's no way out of this There's no way out of this No way out of this cruel disease
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