christ, your head. what's it become? 
while the whole world's out having fun 
 
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down 
 
i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here 
nobody sees, somebody please, save me 
 
this is the sound of my miseryhead 
choke on the taste of my miseryhead 
dance to the words of my miseryhead 
this is the sound of my miseryhead 
 
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down 
 
turn around 
what's that sound? 
i'm in your head 
i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than 
live life apart...we're apart...we're apart 
 
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