Keeling at the sink Iâm reeling
Waiting for the calm that canât be found
Iâve swallowed all the pills, Iâm cold
And the dreams are starting to take hold.
Thinking that this room is sinking
And my God is nowhere to be found
1,2,3,4 (backwards)
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