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Haven’t seen the sun in weeks
My skin is getting pale
Haven’t got a mind left to speak
And I’m skinny as a rail
Light bulbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I’m told it’s everything a man could want
And I shouldn’t complain
Conversations getting dull
There’s a constant buzzing in my ears
Sense of humor’s void and null
And I’m bored to tears
The Raconteurs (Brendan Benson John Anthony White)
