This swelling in my stomach and the beating in my chest
Are quite reliable on keeping me from attaining any rest
So I'll walk with a crooked bow and remain the swollen sow
Tell all the world I'm happy and just act as if I'm napping
So that safely they'll speak while I foolishly peak
At the slander seeming to jump out at
The conclusions that they think that I act
And thats probably the problem...
they think too much rather than know
But I guess just as in death, thats how life will go
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