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At times i wish i were dead
Busy people dancing all over my head
This i value with every move they make
Real bad headache with every step they take
I get a contact buzz
Can't remember what the problem was
I find it hard to even care
Life was to real till you got there
My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner
Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor
When i feel sick you're an antibiotic
Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic
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