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Sick

A song I wrote about a certain kind of sickness.

I’m filled with yellow fever
Love sucked from my lips
Terrorists raining plains on me
I’m sick

I’m all too physical
And not enough mental
I stole a rental
From a sick man

They look at me
Like I’m ill
And I believe them
Why would they lie?

Green face, blue soul
An indigo hole in my head
I want to be whole instead
Don’t leave me for dead

I’m just sick
And I’m not contagious
You can’t catch my disease
But you can take it away from me

I’m just sick

I’m not contagious

You can’t catch my disease

But you can take it from me

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