The Headache Songtext
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It's harder now, you know, to insist
When you're hungry for a simple sentiment
With my arms tied up it's hard to make things fit
But you never realized it
On your mark I could shed these set constraints
And open up my hand
Because we could find love
Because somewhere in this pane we are still the same
When you're hungry for a simple sentiment
With my arms tied up it's hard to make things fit
But you never realized it
On your mark I could shed these set constraints
And open up my hand
Because we could find love
Because somewhere in this pane we are still the same
I just have a headache
I'm walking open-ended to the source
In hopes to find a change of uniform
You think your scathing way can't so easily break
But you don't make mistakes
On your mark I could shed these set constraints
And open up my hand
Because we could find love
Because somewhere in this pane we are still the same
I just have a headache
I'm walking open-ended to the source
In hopes to find a change of uniform
You think your scathing way can't so easily break
But you don't make mistakes
On your mark I could shed these set constraints
And open up my hand
Because we could find love
Because somewhere in this pane we are still the same
I just have a headache
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