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The night before I get my spleen out
My head's like an office
Tens of workers rushing about
The deadline's tomorrow
And my spleen's going out
Yet, then again
There's a calm to this chaos
Like the middle of a hurricane
I'm not being tossed
My head's at war, again
And I'm sure of only one thing
That no matter what, tonight
It'll be hard to sleep
Tens of workers rushing about
The deadline's tomorrow
And my spleen's going out
Yet, then again
There's a calm to this chaos
Like the middle of a hurricane
I'm not being tossed
My head's at war, again
And I'm sure of only one thing
That no matter what, tonight
It'll be hard to sleep
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