| I’ve been sitting here thinking
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| That too much thinking’s not good for my brain
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| Am I floating or sinking?
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| All this thinking’s going to drive this poor boy insane
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| Then why don’t you stop?
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| I really don’t know
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| Do you want to or not?
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| But it won’t let me go
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| Do you want to know peace?
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| I’m not really sure
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| Want your worries to cease?
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| No, let me worry some more
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| 'Cause I’ve been sitting here thinking
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| That all this thinking’s not good for my brain
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| I’ve been thinking and thinking and thinking
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| And I don’t know if I can stand all this pain
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| You’re a fool to yourself
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| Hey what do you mean?
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| You can stop if you want
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| Now your talking in dreams
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| You’ve just got to let go
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| Don’t give me no jive
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| I’ve got enough worries just staying alive
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| So I step up and onwards, and what do I see?
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| There’s a mist of darkness and it’s creeping up on me
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| Many times before this road I’ve been
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| But never alone, depression walks at my side again
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| It’s creeping up on me
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| I can feel it in my soul
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| There in the distance — a tiny point of light
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| It’s growing, and glowing, and swallowing up the night
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| But I’ve still got darkness in my eyes
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| I must turn around, and face to where the brightness shines
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| It’s creeping up on me
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| I can feel it in my soul |