Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating so different from the mistakes I've been making and tragedies we're facing So tell me, can money buy your point of view? even trophy boys and girls sing the blues the things that you're haunted by, you're in so high inside your candy-coated life when perfect isn't making sense when perfect makes you sick I'm so tired with my hands always shaking and I've been concentrating on how my seconds I can go without breathing or days I can go without feeling
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