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All of the time I'm thinkin' 'bout things too much And then I end up outta touch and feel a lot less real than before I speak a lot of words, but tend to say a lot less I'm just a fuckin' mess, and I will shut my bedroom door And as I iron out my brain To speak to ice cream stains I'll stare at the ceiling stars And ponder why life's so hard Locking the door I will talk to my floor, and I'll say Oh, my friend I'm not sure what to do To get out of this goo That I absorb How to stop myself? Hell if I know As above, so below I'm my own damn spirit orb Most of the time I'm scoopin' mud and digging graves In these saltwater caves and overgrown hospitals, the like I'll stop along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about how I hate this body And they'll say, oh, they'll say Letras de cancionesWe would like To help you but it Seems you're livin' in dreams Come back to reality I'll cry, "Wait!" And I will wake up late, again And in the morning, once more I will speak to the floor, and I'll say Oh, my friend I'm not sure what to do To get out of this goo That I absorb How to stop myself? Hell if I know As above, so below I'm my own damn spirit orb As above, so below I'm my own damn spirit orb From Letras Mania