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Sitting On A Shelf

Been up all night inside my head

Telling tales that need not be said

Oh, I don’t care about my health

‘Cause who’s got time when you lack the wealth

You see me smiling but I’m dying

Loosing grip on life as far as I can tell

Trying to find my past just like the Ghost In The Shell

Been collecting dust just sitting on a shelf

And I know you shake your pretty head

At how I pretend to be dead

But that’s the way my soul has felt

To cope with all these shitty hands I’m dealt