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You know that little voice? That tells you that you can't make it It never goes away I'm afraid It's like a disease, it's chronic But then it meets ambition Acute, stinging ambition And for a while it seems that voice Found a nice prevention But it's just muffled that's all, The voice never goes away Haven't you heard from the doctors? Chronic things stay The voice you can deal with It's in your head, so you pretend Ignore it, walk ahead And smile at its familiarity in the end But the problem comes when a person Becomes chronic for you You'll never be without him But never enough with to make do So maybe it will be a long while Maybe you'll almost give it away But haven't you heard no matter what? Chronic things stay
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Chronic
You know that little voice? That tells you that you can't make it It never goes away I'm afraid It's like a disease, it's chronic But then it meets ambition Acute, stinging ambition And for a while it seems that voice Found a nice prevention But it's just muffled that's all, The voice never goes away Haven't you heard from the doctors? Chronic things stay The voice you can deal with It's in your head, so you pretend Ignore it, walk ahead And smile at its familiarity in the end But the problem comes when a person Becomes chronic for you You'll never be without him But never enough with to make do So maybe it will be a long while Maybe you'll almost give it away But haven't you heard no matter what? Chronic things stay
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
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