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Covered in talcum powder, I woke aloneThe sound was getting louder, a heavy droneI tried to remember all I'd been taughtBut in the heat of December I lost the plotAll I knew was never thereTeach me it all againThis time I've got a bottleI'll jam the lessons in thereI'm a calm axolotlDoc, I've got a terrible diseaseI cannot speak, my mouth is filled with feetDon't send me out to batI'll just sit on the bench andTry and justify whyWalking fish get a mentionDoc, I've got a terrible diseaseI cannot hear the music in my earsIt's so difficult to explainI'm talking to a wallIf I had a skull made out of cellophaneLetras de cancionesWould that redeem me at all?Coming to the conclusion I might need prescriptionsTo control my internal, internal conniptionsDoc, I've got a terrible diseaseI cannot see the forest for the treesDoc, I've got a terrible diseaseI cannot hear the music in my earsLiving on lightYou're scary when you're sleepingLiving on lightI'm feeding while I'm breathingBreathing on lightI ventured out into the woodsLiving on lightI read every word in the bookWell I said it I guess but no-one knowsTaking my timeI can't see it but I still believe it's thereAnd I don't mindMy teeth are rotten and I'm told I'll [???] my hairIt's such a crime(I'm a firm believer that no news is good news)To see a spider with eight legs only using twoI only have to hear your voice to see your face From Letras Mania