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Will I ever feel like I once did
When I was a kid before you stepped in
Taking everything that made sense
Making my problems more intense
I’m forcing my eyes closed
But we all know I’m not gonna fall asleep
I’ve lost all my control
I’m stuck reminiscing
Will I ever feel like I once did
When I was a kid before you stepped in
Taking everything that made sense
Making my problems more intense
I tried to ignore you
Now I’m listening with a bated breath
Hanging on every word
Literature that wants me dead
Will i ever feel like I once did
When I was a kid before you stepped in
Taking everything that made sense
Making my problems more intense
I used to dodge the cracks on the sidewalk
I didn’t want to break my mother’s back
Now all that I am dodging
Is another panic attack
Is another panic attack
Is another panic attack
Will I ever feel like I once did
When I was a kid before you stepped in
Taking everything that made sense
Making my problems more intense
Making my problems more intense
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You are on the tip of my tongue
When I think it’s been too long
I’ve got your number memorized
You’re so quick to pick up the phone
And I am so quick to choke
I’m socially paralyzed
On the line
Oh what to say?
My mind’s producing
It’s own rain
No need to worry, I’m ok
Ooo, I’m sorry, I am busy
Ooo, I’m sorry, please forgive me
I’m melting to my couch
I’m pulling my hair out
There’s nothing for you to do now
Hey Hey
What are we gonna talk about?
What if I can’t move my mouth
What if you refuse to wait, to wait, to wait
Now that I can barely breathe
Let’s talk all about me
Oh I’m doing great, just great, just great
On the line
Oh what to say?
My mind’s producing
It’s own rain
No need to worry, I’m ok
Ooo, I’m sorry, I am busy
Ooo, I’m sorry, please forgive me
I’m melting to my couch
I’m pulling my hair out
There’s nothing for you to do now
Here we go,
You’re holding my breath
Making me red
I wanna go to bed is it night yet?
Cancel the plans
They’ll understand
Until they don’t understand
Ooo, I’m sorry, I am busy
Ooo, I’m sorry, please forgive me
I’m melting to my couch
I’m pulling my hair out
You won’t see me crying
I think that I’m dying
Im biting my nails
I am in my own jail and
The windows are fogging
I might be sobbing
I’m sorry, I’m busy
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I come home in the morning light
My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?"
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Oh girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have fun (girls, they wanna, wanna have fun, girls wanna have)
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Oh girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun (girls, they wanna, wanna have fun, girls wanna have)
They just wanna, they just wanna (girls)
They just wanna, they just wanna, oh girl (girls just wanna have fun)
Girls just wanna have fun
They just wanna, they just wanna
They just wanna, they just wanna (girls)
They just wanna, they just wanna, oh girl (girls just wanna have fun)
Girls just want to have fun
When the working
When the working day is done
Oh when the working day is done, oh girls
Girls, they wanna have fun, everybody
They just wanna, they just wanna (girls)
They just wanna, they just wanna, oh girls (girls just wanna have fun)
Girls just want to have fun
when the working
When the working day is done (they just wanna, they just wanna)
Oh when the working day is done, oh girl (girls just wanna have fun)
Girls just wanna have fun (they just wanna, they just wanna)
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4. |
Don't Panic (Reimagined)
03:31
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I don’t know how I got here
Twiddling my thumbs in the bathroom mirror
My mind ran off with my body again
There’s something about the night’s silhouette
Caressing it’s way across my chest
That refuses to let me sleep until morning
But they say...
Don’t, don’t panic
Don’t, don’t panic
But what if that’s all I’m good at?
I’m biting my nails until they bleed
As I watch my love sleep comfortably
Does she know I’m slowly poisoning?
Robotically we pass the days
‘I love you’ is just another phrase
Can she recognize she’s not happy?
But they say..
Don’t, don’t panic
Don’t, don’t panic
But what if that’s all I’m good at?
Panic, no, no, no
Don’t, don’t panic
But what if that’s all I’m good at?
What if that’s all I’m good at?
What if that’s all I’m good at?
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