Trance - Lyrics by Screeching Weasel


Lyrics
I haven't left the house in going on three days
The air in here is getting stale but I don't know if I can take
Another violent jab at the panic button on my brain
I'm not snapping out of it and i wanna wanna wanna wanna
Wanna wanna wanna wanna
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