| I decide to sit up here alone
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| I wonder what it might be like to be devoid of brain or brawn
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| We’re all one of us
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| In our lowest days
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| We still got to try to cry
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| And in another week or two
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| I might just split in two
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| Can I ask for a different brain?
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| One that isn’t quite the same
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| And when it all went away
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| What did you finally say to yourself as you lay there?
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| Was it mine?
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| Or was it just rehearsed in a dream?
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| And when it all went away
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| What did you finally say to yourself as you lay there?
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| Was it mine?
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| Or was it just rehearsed in a dream?
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| And as I’m lying here alone in my room
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| I wonder what it might be like to be devoid of pain or blue
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| It’s all that we want
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| It’s all that we need
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| You don’t have to try to cry
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| And in another week or two
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| I might just split in two
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| Can I ask for a different brain?
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| One that isn’t quite the same
|
| And when it all went away
|
| What did you finally say to yourself as you lay there?
|
| Was it mine?
|
| Or was it just rehearsed in a dream?
|
| And when it all went away
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| What did you finally say to yourself as you lay there?
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| Was it mine?
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| Or was it just rehearsed in a dream? |