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[-[IoI]-Ins@ne]

Matchbox Twenty: Unwell

All day, starring at the ceiling
making friends with shadows on my wall
all night, hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep because
tomorrow might be good for something...

Hold on, feeling like I'm headed for
breakdown and I don't know why

<refrain>
But I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe you will see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but right now you don't care
but soon enough you gonna think of me
and how I used to be... me

Talking to my self in puplic..
and I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear they whisper
and that makes me think there must be something wrong with me..
Somehow, I've lost my mind

<refrain>
But I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe you will see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but right now you don't care
but soon enough you gonna think of me
and how I used to be...

I've been talkin in my sleep
Pretty soon you will come to get me
and taking me home

<refrain>
But I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe you will see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just litte unwell I know
but right now you don't care
but soon enough you gonna think of me
and how I used to be...
and how I used to be...
Well I'm just I little unwell...

EDIT: sehr ergreifend Mascara, wirklich!