A fever grips my mind;
And so it's rather sick.
An aspirin I won't mind;
For I have to tick.
The trick doesn't work;
The spirit wants to fly.
The job I want to shirk;
The feeling needs to cry.
Tickets I can book.
Bags I can pack.
Wheretogo I haven't been to.
And I wonder if I'll come back.
And so it's rather sick.
An aspirin I won't mind;
For I have to tick.
The trick doesn't work;
The spirit wants to fly.
The job I want to shirk;
The feeling needs to cry.
Tickets I can book.
Bags I can pack.
Wheretogo I haven't been to.
And I wonder if I'll come back.
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BTW, how are things?