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Spinning room is the. Words right come out wrong. Good thing, too much, bad thing, always nausea. Nausea, always nausea. nausea, nausea, always nausea. Focus can not I. Falling again down. Toilet throwing upon. Always nausea, nausea, always nausea. Nausea, nausea, always nausea. Well I've done it again This was the last time Mum and dad that's a promise to you Tomorrow I'll be fine I've made up my mind Oh shit, why not one more time? Nausea, nausea, always nausea Nausea, nausea, always nausea Nausea, nausea, always nausea Nausea, nausea, always nausea From Letras Mania