EpilepsyMacatier
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Straightjacket on, a blow to the head
White light is all I see
Maybe this is the final time
And my head will no longer bleed
And now I feel like shit
My epileptic fits
This is a letterbomb
I don’t know who its from
(Repeat)
Another day done, face down in the sun
Thank god I’m a dying breed
I can’t move my legs I’ve got a pounding head
But again its temporary
And now I feel like shit
My epileptic fits
This is a letter bomb
I don’t know who its from
(Repeat)
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