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Gridlocked teeth keep gritting Blistered cheeks keep splitting A ******* freak who keeps spinning I think they think I'm thinking My dreams are drowning I think they think I'm quitting Ice Giants wage war My hands are losing Mythical beings try science My nerves are bruising If my life was a string Their theory would be confusing
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
The Sting of Anxiety
Gridlocked teeth keep gritting Blistered cheeks keep splitting A ******* freak who keeps spinning I think they think I'm thinking My dreams are drowning I think they think I'm quitting Ice Giants wage war My hands are losing Mythical beings try science My nerves are bruising If my life was a string Their theory would be confusing
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
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