Some see this as one big mess
But if I repress I might say the same
I spot you from across the road
Looking like you know just how I feel
It's one of those kinds of days I swear
Where we don't get nowhere
'Cause our heads are filled
With the dying stages of what we filled
Our blood with last night
An addiction killed
By our collision with the sun we thought
Might never come again
I've heard that it's a small world
But if that were true my walk would be over
Each shadow car another pair of eyes
And they're all slowing down
And this one could be trouble
'Cause we got something to hide
So I say it shook us up a little bit
And we'll neglect the notion
That we don't want this
But I'll feel fine in the morning
'Cause I'm always feeling fine in the morning, in the morning!
When our heads are filled
With the dying stages of what we filled
Our blood with last night
An addiction killed
By our collision with the sun we thought
Might never come again
Ill-Planned and Feeling Ill
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