Thoughts of this spin in my head,
Looping to the point where, I'm stuck in bed.
Cos I can hear what they think I am,
I don't give a damn.
I'm running to catch your skin,
Peeling layers and climbing in
I'll be quick as I possibly can,
I will be that man.
I will be that man.
I will be that man.
(That was nice.)
Monotony's cure,
is to feel the rain-
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