Simon's Final Thoughts Testo
Testo Simon's Final Thoughts
Something is wrong with meCan't seem to get to sleepI've got a strange diseaseWords tumble out of meCareless and clumsilyNothing is what it seemsPassing my time planning the crimeOf stealing your heart away from youWondering if I could rock you a rhymeTo convince you to marry meYeah I've got a strange disease
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