| Can’t get out of this bed
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| And I hope you don’t hold that against me
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| Haven’t been right in the head
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| I know, you don’t need to convince me
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| And I’ve been on the move
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| I think we both know well what that means
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| Waiting 'til you bend to find a friend
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| You never warned me
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| But please believe me when I say
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| I’ve just got so goddamn much on my mind
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| And I’m way too proud to say
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| And I find myself worrying
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| About my mom since my sister left
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| And all this hell inside my head —
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| This hell inside my head
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| Can’t get out of this head
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| I hope I don’t let it drown me
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| I heard what you said, I know
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| But we can’t seem to agree
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| And like some kind of ghost
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| This sickness, it tends to haunt me
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| Oh oh ohh
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| Strangling a part of me that once was happy
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| But no one else said:
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| «I've been lonely though and I’ve been thinking
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| How I should go see my dad down in San Antonio.»
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| And honestly, it’s such hard place for me to be —
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| Between the ones I lost
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| And I never see in this hell inside my head
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| It’s got me down
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| This waiting and this wondering, goddamn
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| Is this all I’ll ever know?
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| I’ll never know
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| So for now I’ll just live inside this hell —
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| Oh, this hell inside my head |