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Well, I keep waking up exhausted And I can't seem to pick my head up off of the floor I want to reattach it to the top of my spine But it don’t fit on my shoulders anymore Because it's getting too big And I keep waking up so nauseous And tipping over all the bottles on the floor But I won't cave I'll ride this wave until I can't stomach it anymore Because I'm getting too sick I think I'm getting too sick I think I might be... sick? But I think I'll have one more (Welcome, to my shit show everybody I bet this isn't what you thought you were getting into tonight Now it’s too late. You’re already herе.) From Letras Mania