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It's worse by the day now, every time I lay down
words come alive in my head and they play loud
It's like they can't find a way out
Wanna pull the plug on their party, it's starting
to worry me, can't get to sleep when I wanna do
How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you
everywhere you went from the street to the bed
and repeated through the night everything you said
Tried so many things, pen and a pad
by the side of my bed but it's sending me mad
Every time I recline, I decline to opine
but there's always a rhyme at the back of my mind...
Sentences now they form in queues...
And my mind won't stop cos I always gotta finish it (en) |
