| So I’m woken
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| I’m woken by noises
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| Neighbors stamping and laughing and voices
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| Move from screens, write it apart
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| I lie here wondering if it’s all over
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| Flash backs flashing
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| Tear at colors
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| Demons voices
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| My heart summons
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| Broken broken by waking
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| Shaking is all used to be filled with sadness
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| Desense into madness feeling I’m sinking
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| Far too much thinking
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| Flash backs flashing and strobing
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| Probing my barely functioning mind
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| Smoking, I’m smoking again
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| The pressure built up so I thought I’d cave in
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| And my chest is tight, and light and thunder
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| Forgive my thoughts it’s sending me under
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t speak
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| I can’t see
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| I can’t feel
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| Ah man, it’s not so bad
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| If only the morning would come, I could focus
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| My eyes and thoughts composed are more rational
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| I climb from this hole the morning I fashion a leapad
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| Sunshine and daydreams, sunscreen
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| Drinking more water
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| Talking, talking or singing
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| The song is all leaving me
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| Drifting away into nothing
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| I’m woken, woken by noises, neighbors, and drunken
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| Their fast Spanish voices go round and around
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| Their sound doesn’t keep me awake but the thoughts I pound
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| But the picture I think of the most when I’m trying to sleep
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| Is not fair in the north
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| Sun soaked pleasure beach
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| Spinning round
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| Spinning |