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