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I am a wreck but I'll turn around. The attic is flooded But it's dry on the ground. The chords are distended But the rhythm is sound. See change in myself but Still I propound: Running though the clubs I thought I controlled myself. I guess I'll turn to something else. Running though the clubs Letras de cancionesI thought I controlled myself. I guess I'll turn to something else. Pages are turning Retention is high. Eyes without baggage And meat on the thighs. Libido is resting But for now I don't mind She change in myself but What about I: Am running though the clubs I thought I controlled myself. I guess I'll turn to something else. Running though the clubs I thought I controlled myself. I guess I'm too, too in love with myself. Running though the clubs I thought I controlled myself. I guess I'll turn to something else. Running though the clubs I thought I controlled myself. I guess I'm too, too in love with myself. From Letras Mania