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12 by 12 foot room
Strapped down to the bed
Now pump up the valium

My mind is wide asleep
My conscience deep awake
The promises I keep
Are not the ones I make

I count the caustic causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions don't provide you with content
All I want is just a little content

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Still no breathing room
Pressure's building up
So pump up the valium

I choose the beaten path
i've been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mystery to me

I found what i've been seeking
but it's too late for me to care
my aspiration's leaking from a hole i can't repair
or maybe i just don't want it repaired