I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me, oh oh
A wet world aches for the beat of the drum
Oh.
If I could find a way to see this straight,
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, to come down.
Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm coming out now, coming out now out of the blue
These zombies in the park, they're looking for my heart
Oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for the splash of the sun
Oh
If I could find a way to see this straight,
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
So I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh.
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