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Where have the nights gone
Counting sheep til dawn
Please just fall asleep
Louder louder
Spiraling deep
Who are you
And what am I
Do you walk inside my mind
Open doors locked for a reason
This is treason
It\'s fucking treason
Do you love to denounce yourself
Are you worse than anyone else
Get off your high horse
No that\'s not it
That\'s wrong of course
What\'s the opposite of a high horse
Get off your low horse
That seems forced
I think we may be rambling
This mind is eggs
We\'re scrambling
Grab a plate
Fill up on the dread
When did I get out of bed
Wakey wakey
Noisy head