| I’ve got a rat in a cage
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| I feed it with hunger
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| A voluntary su -suppression overload
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| Until I’m seething with rage
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| Now is it a wonder?
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| That any given moment something will explode
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| Can’t knock the wind out of its sails
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| Or cut its wings and get it off my trail
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| Insomnia
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| This wicked insomnia
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| The untamed desire
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| The raving wildfire
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| Oh, it keeps me awake
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| It’s a destructive machine
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| Ticking the numbers
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| Every second builds the pressure in my head
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| I guess you know what I mean
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| The stress I am under
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| What a fate to be possessed until I’m dead
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| Can’t knock the wind out of its sails
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| Or cut its wings and get it off my trail
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| Insomnia
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| This wicked insomnia
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| The untamed desire
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| The raving wildfire
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| Oh, it keeps me awake
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| And I toss
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| And I turn
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| Cause I can’t get sleep
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| What I lost
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| What I earned
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| Was it all sincere?
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| Am I gross?
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| Is she hurt?
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| Is she sad like me?
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| Did she know?
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| Did I learn?
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| What I sow I reap
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| It begins
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| And it builds
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| Till it makes me crack
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| And it kills
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| And it fills
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| Every dream I have
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| In my loins
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| In my head
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| On my heels
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| My back
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| In my groin
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| On my bed
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| Everywhere the rat
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| Can’t knock the wind out of its sails
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| Or cut its wings and get it off my trail
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| Insomnia
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| This wicked insomnia
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| The untamed desire
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| The raving wildfire
|
| Can’t knock the wind out of its sails
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| Or cut its wings and get it off my trail
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| Insomnia
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| This wicked insomnia
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| The untamed desire
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| The raving wildfire
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| Oh, it keeps me awake |