This morning stumbled out of bed worse than when I got in
Hands were shaking, eyes were shot, walls starting to spin
I know I'm not easy, I just can't behave
But I'm lonely as a politician's grave
What I'm trying to say is that I've got to go away
'Cause I don't want this ick to stick to you
Just starin' at this burnt out sun waitin' for the day
Is like lookin' down a rifle barrel pointed in your face
Let hope be my cloak
That yokes me home
Until then I'll try to find my way
What I'm trying to say is that I've got to go away
'Cause I don't want this ick to stick to you
I don't want this to stick to you
It'd make me sick to see it through
'Cause I don't want this premonition coming true
I don't want this ick to stick to you
I don't want this to stick to you
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