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EDNA TALES

BRIGGS/HARRISON

GOT OUT OF BED AND INSTANTLY KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS, KILL EVERYTHING THAT MOVES OR WRITE A SONG. AFTER ALL WE ALL GO A LITTLE MAD SOMETIMES, DON'T WE?…BRIGGA

UNDERLYING OBSESSIONS IN MY UNDULATING MIND

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS IN SLEEPLESS BEDS I'M TRYING TO UNWIND

I CAN'T MAKE HEAD NOR TAILS OF THE PEOPLE THAT I'VE MET

DO I REALLY KNOW THEM, HAVE I SPOKEN TO THEM YET

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AM I GOING MAD, AM I GOING MAD

AM I GOING MAD, I THINK I'M GOING MAD

THEY NEVER REALLY LISTEN, BUT I NEVER REALLY SAY

I STARE OUT OF MY WINDOW AT THE GREY COLD POURING RAIN

I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW THEM, BUT THEY'VE GIVEN ME NO CHOICE

THEY'RE TRYING TO COMMUNICATE I JUST DON'T HEAR THEIR VOICE

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AM I PARANOID OR SKITZO, AM I DIFFERENT FROM THE REST

SUICIDAL IN MY THINKING, HOMICIDAL THOUGHTS I'M BLESSED

LOCK ME IN A PADDED ROOM, I THINK I'LL GO INSANE

WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WILL MY LIFE BE JUST THE SAME

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