| Seven days of fucked up dreams
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| But did I ever fall asleep?
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| No-one ever waits for me
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| I’m the one forgotten sheep
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| I think I’m mostly sleepwalking
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| Or I’m at least presumed to be
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| I’m always trying to count to ten
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| But I’m always stuck at three
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| Do you read?
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| Does it help you to breath
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| When you’re trying to sleep well?
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| But nothing’s going well, nothing’s going well
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| I’ve been havin' havin' a hard time looking after myself, after myself
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| You’re not lookin' lookin' exactly like a picture of health, picture of health
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| I was thinkin' thinkin' maybe you could look after me, look after me
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| And I could d-d-d-d-do the same for you
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| Just for a while ‘till we’re back on our feet
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| Seven days can make you think
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| That good friends are an illusion
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| I think they think I think too much
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| But good sense is in confusion
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| I try not to think about what I’ve done
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| To my liver, to my lungs
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| Lying on my bedroom floor
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| Low mood, highly strung
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| Do you read?
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| Does it help you to breath
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| When you’re trying to sleep well?
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| But nothing’s going well, nothing’s going well
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| I’ve been havin' havin' a hard time looking after myself, after myself
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| You’re not lookin' lookin' exactly like a picture of health, picture of health
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| I was thinkin' thinkin' maybe you could look after me, look after me
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| And I could d-d-d-d-do the same for you
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| Just for a while ‘till we’re back on our feet
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| Just for a while ‘till we’re back on our feet
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| I’ve been havin' havin' a hard time looking after myself, after myself
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| You’re not lookin' lookin' exactly like a picture of health, picture of health
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| I was thinking thinking maybe you could look after me, look after me
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| And I could d-d-d-d-do the same for you
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| Just for a while ‘till we’re back on our feet
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| Just for a while ‘till we’re back on our feet |