Keeling at the sink I¡¯m reeling
waiting for the calm that can¡¯t be found
I¡¯ve swallowed all the pills, I¡¯m cold
and the dreams are starting to take hold.
Thinking that this room is sinking
and my God is nowhere to be found
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