November
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I'm having trouble trying to sleep.
I'm counting sheep but running out.
As time ticks by.
And still I try.
No rest for crosstops in my. mind.
On my own, here we go.
My eyes feel like. they're gonna bleed.
Dried up and bulging out my skull.
My mouth is dry.
My face is numb.
fucked up and spun out in my room.
On my own, here we go.
My mind is set on overdrive.
The clock is laughing in my face.
A crooked spine.
My sense's dulled.
Passed the point of delerium.
On my own, here we go.
I'm counting sheep but running out.
As time ticks by.
And still I try.
No rest for crosstops in my. mind.
On my own, here we go.
My eyes feel like. they're gonna bleed.
Dried up and bulging out my skull.
My mouth is dry.
My face is numb.
fucked up and spun out in my room.
On my own, here we go.
My mind is set on overdrive.
The clock is laughing in my face.
A crooked spine.
My sense's dulled.
Passed the point of delerium.
On my own, here we go.
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