Tricks In My Brain
Lover, I need a break
To consult my chaplain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.
My sanity don’t think fake
Although doubts still remain
Lover, I need a break
Or else I’ll make a mistake
As fickle feelings I can’t any more contain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.
Am I fake or awake?
Seems tricks are terrorizing my brain
Lover, I need a break.
Let me visit my lover’s lake
To clear my strain in the rain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.
Lover, my brain don’t wreck
Or else you’ll lose my gregarious grain
Cos I need a break
Since I can no longer stand the earthquake.
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