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i try to bless myself with boredom but i still feel cursed and burdened every day is trying on me why, i can't say, why i can't just be there's always something missing still i can't find my place or will i keep on keepin' on the wheel like a lab-rat, sick and ill there's no tomorrow just endless sorrow give me an answer that i can borrow and give back to you some other day oh, if you would just show me the way i count the minutes, hours and days, dear the weeks out of months and into years, dear i've got so much left to give but for what do i really have to live effortless days that while away while i sit drinking in the shade all i want is to appreciate to get myself to that perfect place From Letras Mania