| This mood of restlessness, this growing sense of helplessness
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| Just adds to my condition and my doubt
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| An anger simmers like a stormcloud that just lingers with the
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| Threat of thunder poised upon my brow
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| But no matter how hard I try
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| I just can’t seem to sleep at night
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| And troubled thoughts is what you find
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| When you’re caught up in troubled times
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| I can’t imagine come tomorrow
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| I’ll be standing or just sifting through the garbage and the trash
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| You say that I mistook the warning signs flash high above
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| Just like the vultures circling in the sky
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| But matter how hard I try
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| I just can’t seem to sleep at night
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| And troubled thoughts is what you’ll find
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| Now you’re caught up in troubled times
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| Well it’s no use because everything I do
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| These same old troubled thoughts keep coming back
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| Yeah it’s the same, now it’s happening again
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| I thought that I had freed myself at last
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| But no matter how hard I try
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| I just can’t seem to sleep at night
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| And troubled thoughts is what you’ll find
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| Now you’re caught up in troubled times
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| Troubled times
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| And I thought that I had freed myself at last
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| And I thought that I had freed myself at last
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| And I thought that I had freed myself at last
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| And I thought that I had freed myself at last
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| At last
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| At last |