Crawls in the dark
Drowned with aching limbs
Just forget the heights tonight
Leave all my chores
Kick all the plastics
All of 'em that broke before they bend
And I know how I feel in the night
Bcos I know how you feel it's alright
Now I know why I feel all these bits of bits
Stills in the dark
Drenched by its own puddle
Just look out for Mr Everything I'm Not...
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