| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| Sometimes I think I get like this
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| I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
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| Resist at first and then reverse
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| The night knows me by name
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| Its shadow trained to dull the pain
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| All the black begins to blur
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| Resist at first and then immerse
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| Sometimes I think I get like this
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| I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
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| Resist at first and then reverse
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| The night knows me by name
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| Its shadow trained to dull the pain
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| And all the black begins to blur
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| Resist at first and then immerse
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| It tires me, it makes me sad
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| To think of all the nights I’ve had
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| Eyes shut tightly, I shut down
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| Won’t be that much longer now
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| In the quiet, in the dark
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| All my ideals fall apart
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| When they come for me again
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| Resist with everything I am
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| It tires me, it makes me sad
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| Think of all the nights I’ve had
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| Eyes shut tightly, I shut down
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| It won’t be that much longer now
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| Sometimes I think I get like this
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| I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
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| Resist at first and then reverse
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| Life’s a war, you pick your fight
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| I think mine picks me first most nights
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| If I should wake before I die
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| Then promise me you’ll never get this sick inside
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| Can’t undo a word I said
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| Years of struggle still ahead
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| All the trouble in my head
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| I wish I were good instead
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| Can’t undo a word I said
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| Years of struggle still ahead
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| All the trouble in my head
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| I wish I were good instead
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| Sometimes I think I get like this
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| I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
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| Resist at first and then reverse
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| My adversary knows me well
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| She’s out for blood, too soon to tell
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| If I’ll outsmart these lies of hell
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| And think my sick self back to health
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick
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| I’m sick, I think I’m sick |