There is something wrong with me.
That's why I wrote this note.
I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote.
So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street.
I'll feel much better after i take my maternal leave.
Let out a sign, pretend to die.
You're going to need an alibi.
A Broken Arm, the same smell.
So just relax no one will tell.
That brings you down.
You have got to keep bringing me down.
It stings me all over again;
it's the same dream in the back of my head.
I've been collecting stones that I will throw at you.
I can't forget your face, I'm sorry dear but that's my cue.
I'll be the first so leave.
And return with a ring.
Just keep your ears open and one day you might hear me sing.
Let out a sign, pretend to die.
You're going to need an alibi.
A Broken Arm, the same smell.
So just relax no one will tell.
That brings you down.
You have got to keep bringing me down.
It stings me all over again;
it's the same dream in the back of my head.
Locke me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, LOCK ME UP!
No one will know.
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