I feel my heart so shallow
My spirit is too hollow.
I think my mind will pop
And I'll clean it with a mop.
My heart aches in silence
I'm successful, I'm sightless.
Problems with no solution
No Sunday's resolution.
My spirit is too hollow.
I think my mind will pop
And I'll clean it with a mop.
My heart aches in silence
I'm successful, I'm sightless.
Problems with no solution
No Sunday's resolution.
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