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I can feel a creeping sense, a sense of urgency
I am crippled by my own self, suffering my own fatigue
Can you stop the spinning world and just let me go home?
Sick and tired of the ticking clock
This is me, my syndrome

I don't care for the bleeding sons
I don't care for the ones who run
I don't care 'cos I hold the gun
And the world can lay down forever
I don't care if you know my name
I don't care if you read my game
I don't care 'cos ill take the blame
And I know that I'll live forever

Can you be all my dreams and the faith I'm told I need?
Lift me up like royalty so the peasants at the back can see
I'll poison you and your bitter kin, though sweet like honeycomb
Sick and tired of the ticking clock
This is me, my syndrome

I don't care for the bleeding sons
I don't care for the ones who run
I don't care 'cos I hold the gun
And the world can lay down forever
I don't care if you know my name
I don't care if you read my game
I don't care 'cos ill take the blame
And I know that I'll live forever

I can stop the spinning world and let everyone go home
But don't believe a word I say, it's not me it's my syndrome

I don't care for the bleeding sons
I don't care for the ones who run
I don't care 'cos I hold the gun
And the world can lay down forever
I don't care if you know my name
I don't care if you read my game
I don't care 'cos ill take the blame
And I know that I'll live forever

It's my syndrome, my syndrome, our syndrome, your syndrome
My syndrome

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