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Twenty four hours in a day, seven days a week Fifty-two weeks in a year, but it's all just the same to me When I'm in a group or all alone, my mind gets the best of me I doubt all my doubt, hoping hope will, make it cease to exist I want a way out, a vacation, to get me, out of, of here I need a break from, from all this shit, before I, go go, insane A place I can go, and just fucking breathe, and not get, so so, so choked I know this place exists, I've been there before, but its been, so long, too long Conversations I have with myself, often lead me astray Though I find I get the best results by thinking in this way Between self-reflection and confusion, I can't stand to feel If I could shut my brain off, then tomorrow would seem real I want a way out, a vacation, to get me, out of, of here I need a break from, from all this shit, before I, go go, insane A place I can go, and just fucking breathe, and not get, so so, so choked I know this place exists, I've been there before, but its been, so long, too long From Letras Mania