| Awake on a work out mattress
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| Hard, comfortless
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| No matter which way my body lay
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| I feel, I feel the change to lose consciousness exist
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| Only for a moment
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| Then like the click of a metronome I turn, I turn
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| Turn on the TV
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| Commercials for girls with low self-esteem
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| I’m uneasy
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| So I turn it off again
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| Can’t make my thoughts stop sprinting
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| Can’t pick out another song
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| Not to refrain from it’s pounding rhythm
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| Give worry a beat so it can march along
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| My heart throbs a pulse I can feel it Might as well be a punch in the chest
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| Screaming wake up, wake up What mistakes did you make
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| Completely exhausted, entirely awake
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| Counting sheep
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| Constantly beating (wake up, wake up)
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| No sign of sleep, no chance for relief
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| From closeted skeletons telling me Eloquent lies on repeat
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| Every defeat in my mind
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| 4 million times
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| With perfect precision decisions must be analyzed
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| And I wait, wide awake
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| Concentrate on my breathing
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| Glow stars on the ceiling dissipate
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| Counting minutes till the sun comes up And I hear the hymn of garbage trucks, till then
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| I’ll be counting sheep
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| Constantly beating (wide awake)
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| No sign of sleep, no chance for relief
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| From closeted skeletons telling me Eloquent lies on repeat
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| Every defeat in my mind
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| 4 million times
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| With perfect precision decisions must be analyzed |