| It’s been days since I have slept a wink
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| I’m gaunt and dehydrated, I can’t even think of
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| Days without something in my nose
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| It’s been days, it’s been days
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| You know the few minutes after you finish
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| When you feel like Christ
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| They seem to diminish every night
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| Leave you clambering
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| With spindly digits for the sting of fucking serotonin
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| It’s been days since I have slept a wink
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| I’m gaunt and dehydrated, I can’t even think of
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| Days without something in my nose
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| It’s been days, it’s been days
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| You know the offensiveness
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| Of a sunny morning when you’re sick
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| Reeling from the blight
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| Of a pain you self-inflict each night
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| I’m a stereotype
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| It’s been years since I have known summertime
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| Decades since I’ve prayed and
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| It’s been days since I have slept a wink
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| I’m gaunt and dehydrated, I can’t even think of
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| Days without something in my nose
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| It’s been days, it’s been days
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| It’s been days |