| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| To fall asleep with a mind so full of holes
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| While the world is turning
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| Still, I couldn’t let them go
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| Can’t fall asleep with a mouth of cotton, cold
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| This immunity seems to envelop me
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| My voice is for the wind
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| To sweep it all away
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| Before the nausea settles in
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| I, I send it in the wake
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| It’s understandable
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| Can’t fall asleep with a mouth of cotton, cold
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| This immunity seems to envelop me
|
| My voice is for the wind
|
| To sweep it all away
|
| Before the nausea settles in
|
| I send it in the wake
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| Some kind of calm is understandable
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| It’s understandable
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| It’s understandable |