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You can give me A pill to sleep You can give me Ten different kinds But I lay down Under sheets of concrete And I can't get the weight of it Off my mind Feeling depleted Feeling drained Much like the blood Was sucked out of my veins I lay down In a spinning room In a spinning room So, go ahead, diagnose me Give me a name for my pain Watch me very, very closely Find the thing to blame From Letras Mania