Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
No more gas in the rig,
Can't even get it started.
Nothing heard, nothing said,
Can't even speak about it.
All my life on my head,
Don't want to think about it.
Feels like I'm going insane,
Yeah
It's a thief in the night,
To come and grab you.
It can creep up inside you,
And consume you.
A disease of the mind,
It
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