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Week sixteenThis is not where I thought I'd be once againAnd it's freaking me out just like it did thenTwenty-oneI am just having fun with these simple beingscause I know you can't prey on the willingHere we go round again now baby, here we go round againI keep on losing to the musings Need to make some self improvement These blue ruins seem to mess with my headHere I go down again now honey, here I go down againI'll make another call with alcohol inebriate my mental state and make the same damn phone call againSave some face, I am saving my grace for an acrobatIf I weren't such a flake, you would know thatHe speaks to me, he will give off an air of an aristocratwith his black three-piece suit and his top hatHere we go round again now baby, here we go round againI keep on losing to the musings Need to make some self improvement These blue ruins seem to mess with my headHere I go down again now honey, here I go down againI'll make another call with alcohol Inebriate my mental state and make the same damn phone call again From Letras Mania