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It's boring, it's stuffy
Leave the room with me
It's pouring, it's flooding
I'm not a coffee drinker
I'm a blood-filled dreamer
I like to worry in my sleep
Do you like being with me?
I hate the sound of sirens
I hate the gnawing worm
I sleep in a spring mattress
It makes my back hurt
Turn the light on or off
Doesn't really matter to me
Whichever choice I make
I'd live with it, bet on it
My rose colored purse
My bag full of curses
Receipts from my purchases
Where do I put the coins?
Where do I stand in this room?
Where should I lay my troubles?
Who should I confide my secrets to?
How does trust work?
I am curious, I am tired
I need some sleep, I need to work
I want to rest my head
Switch it off for a while
Live life the way I want to
No regrets, no regrets
I'm happy, you're happy
I'm blessed and thankful
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