Paroles
I don't like my mind, I don't like being left alone in a room With all its opinions about the things that I've done So, yeah, I blast music loud, and I work myself to the bone And on an inconvenient Christmas, I eat a cake A whole cake, all for me Ooh, oh-oh And then I get sick and throw up And there's another memory that gets stuck Inside the walls of my skull, waiting for its turn to talk And it may be a few years But you can bet it's there, waiting still For me to be left alone in a room full of things that I've done A whole cake, so please don't take Take this job from me A whole cake, so please don't take Take my job from me
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