I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance.
And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body's floating down the muddy river.
I was fine earlier.
I WAS FINE EARLIER.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
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