My mind’s all cloudy

Murmurs muffled and grey

Squint to see clearly

A break in the day

My heart’s all weighty

Music heavy and slow

Strain to hear clearly

This tune that I know

My soul’s all languid

Apathetic and weak

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

You bid me wake it,

Find the life that I seek.

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