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Simons Final Thought - Lyrics by Prozzak


Lyrics

Something is wrong with me
Can't seem to get to sleep
I've got a strange disease
Words tumble out of me
Careless and clumsily
Nothing is what it seems
Passing my time planning the crime
Of stealing your heart away from you
Wondering if i could rock you a rhyme
To convince you to marry me
Ya i've got a strange disease



Book: Shattered Sighs