| Consumed by my need to perform
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| To maintain
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| I said I’m working on it
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| But I can’t promise you anything
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| I think I will go to bed soon
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| And all of my plants will die with me
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| It’s like I’m stuck under my pillows
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| I need to wash my clothes
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| I need to take out the trash
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| I need to stand up straight
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| And take good care of you
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| I thought it was fine forever
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| Like I think every time
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| But it’s like I’m stuck to the couch
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| And I’m just so tired
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| It’s like I like myself mental
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| Like life was more vivid then
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| I think I’m working on it
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| Smiling and nodding and not looking dead
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| And I touch their hands
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| And I see my friends
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| And I’m trying again, again, again, again
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| I need to wash my clothes
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| I need to take out the trash
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| I need to stand up straight
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| And take good care of you
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| I thought it was fine forever
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| Like I think every time
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| It’s been raining for a while
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| But not even the sun could wake me up
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| I think I will go to bed soon
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| And all of my plants will die with me
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| It’s like I’m stuck under my pillows |