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Feel lost in little bits
If inept I was in thought
Then could my mind be shot
I’ve been there quite alot
But never the same spot
Just what could I be thinking
Was it all the drinking
That got me out to stinking
Which really had me sinking
Minds been in the gutter
Some things I cannot mutter
Oh it would make you stutter
And maybe close a shutter
Me brains been on the fritz
Feel lost in little bits
I’d never call it quits
I’ve way to many wits
From a singular idea
Behind my cornea
I would not wanna be ya
But man I wanna see ya
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