Bleary eyed, headache strong, here I find myself again.
I'm a glutton for insane (hello, hello there my old friend).
Stuck in a time loop I can control
The real until it gets in (gets in).
Disrupts the holy place inside my head.
What have I to ask to get a real answer from you?
I will run in circles, blame all my woes on you (on you).
Hold me tighter than I can,
It's all the same when you're running from common sense.
Wait up, will I find a way to grind to the
Bone the bits of me that don't feel like home?
I'm finding it hard to improve for me.
What have I to ask to get a real answer from you?
I will run in circles, blame all my woes on you.
(We all want the same thing, it's dark when you're alone).
Alone.
What have I to ask to get a real answer from you?
I will run in circles, blame all my woes on you (on you).
(We all want the same thing, it's dark when you're alone).

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