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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
My face is numb
F**ked 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
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
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