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What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with x-rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburnings in perfect order I gave the doctor my descritption I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons an T.S. Eliiot Maybe if i could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that i Will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi .. From Letras Mania