Pain shoots through my side, I don’t wanna know the meaning
Lies on top of lies, you just speak without a feeling
And it spreads and it tingles, from my head to my fingers
And it spreads and it tingles, from my head to my fingers
He don’t wanna speak, he can’t, he just pantomimes
She don’t wanna speak, she can’t, she just pantomimes
They don’t wanna speak, they can’t, they just pantomime
We don’t wanna speak, we can’t, we just pantomime
This is my sick day, I’ll be on my way
This is my sick day, I’ll be on my way
(And its spreads and it tingles, from my head to my fingers)
This is my sick day, I’ll be on my way
(And its spreads and it tingles, from my head to my fingers)
This is my sick day, I’ll be on my way
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