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Quorthon
Every day it's all the same no matter how I turn or twist my brain I toss my body and scratch my f*ckin' mind I bend and duck but I bounce 'gainst things all time I'm left in this box I'm firmly and all stuck I'm neatly tied and shelved I'm choked contained withheld Outta space I'm growing outta space I think I'm goin' crazy Outta space I'm growing outta space It's driving me crazy Outta space I'm growing outta space I think I'm goin' crazy Outta space I'm growing outta space I think I'm goin' out of my mind I open my eyes wide to see some light I take a breath and feel my box too tight No matter how I press and push all day That f*ckin' lid of mine won't give away I'm left in this box... Outta space...
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