Grim Tales of a Wassie

# NOT INSANE

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Been ringing every bell I see

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Thinking maybe content, I'll be

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Afraid someone might see through me

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And find whatever's wrongly grew in me

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"It's dilemma, nothing much", I tell myself

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"It gets better" don't know why I said that

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And I'm not the soft tissue

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that will burst out at the easiest issues

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But it's easier to jot words, than explain

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Not everything is simple, not every feeing is pain

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And listen to me,

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It's not that I'm insane

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it's not even any kind of pain

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It's like showers without any rain

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Like laughing in miseries or in vain

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It's not that I'm insane

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Now in my mind I'm in a train

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Travelling up north, 

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Visuals of terrain, down south

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And I can't see any human

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it's only snow as far as I can see

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And I fainted right there, weakened me

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Woke up amidst a desert,

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Walked past nothing but dust

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Mirage was confusing my mind

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Then the wind blow flew me with thrust

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And landed me in your arms again

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Figured, I can't really be insane

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