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Pour me a glass of water
Feeling sorta drained
Like point black kinda so
Feeling like I live on mars
I'm feeling kinda drained
Nothing to think about
Staring at a foreign painting
I sorta wish I could dream again
Told them I need some type of therapy
Or just a friend to talk to
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like a alien
Feeling kinda drained
Put me in a crowd
And somehow I feel most alone
Lord please if your really there
What's my cure
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like I live on mars
Feeling like a alien
Everyone is going with their lives
And I'm here to slowly die alone
I want my own place to call home
Maybe then I'll have some sense of mind
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like a empty glass
Feeling like me
Like point black kinda so
Feeling like I live on mars
I'm feeling kinda drained
Nothing to think about
Staring at a foreign painting
I sorta wish I could dream again
Told them I need some type of therapy
Or just a friend to talk to
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like a alien
Feeling kinda drained
Put me in a crowd
And somehow I feel most alone
Lord please if your really there
What's my cure
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like I live on mars
Feeling like a alien
Everyone is going with their lives
And I'm here to slowly die alone
I want my own place to call home
Maybe then I'll have some sense of mind
Feeling sorta drained
Feeling like a empty glass
Feeling like me
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