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Change or the Same
When waves run to the sand
When groupies cling to the band
The energy keeps growing
My anxiety is showing
This is all the same
I’ve played this little game
Creating a mess in my head
What was the last thing I said
I’m mixing myself up
My mind has become corrupt
Lets hope this time is different
I am praying this is something magnificent
When groupies cling to the band
The energy keeps growing
My anxiety is showing
This is all the same
I’ve played this little game
Creating a mess in my head
What was the last thing I said
I’m mixing myself up
My mind has become corrupt
Lets hope this time is different
I am praying this is something magnificent
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