Prozzak — Simon’s Final Thoughts

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Something is wrong with me
Can’t seem to get to sleep
I’ve got a Strange Disease
Words tumble out of me
Careless and clumsily
Nothing is what it seems
Passing my time planning the crime
Of stealing your heart away from you
Wondering if I could rock you a rhyme
To convince you to marry me
Ya I’ve got a strange disease

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