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Woke up this morning, desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking, like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love will get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't wanna catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sun shades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good for my health
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love will get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't wanna catch
Love will get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't wanna catch
Love will get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't wanna catch
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