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Maybe it's the sickness that I have
Writing a song for every boy
Maybe it's some illness that I have
Not being able to hold on
To anything of worth
Not being able
To hold on
To anything of worth
Not being able
To hold on
To anything

Maybe it's a sickness that I have
That keeps me forgetting
Where to go, go, go
Maybe it's an illness that I have
Being unable
To stay when you showed
That I'm everything of worth
You will not be able to hold on
To anything of worth in me
'Cause one is not able to hold on
To those who run
Run

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