.Raced for months in circles don't know where to go
So nauseus nobody's near me, antisocial
Ahead I catch my breat and again I'm behind
It somehow works itself out in the back of my mind
4.. 3.. 2.. First to First, womb to hearse get by
Is there nothing you want worse than to pass.
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