Pneumothorax
Blueneck
4:12Doctor takes a holiday Waiting for the world to end Nobody's home You choose to sleep on your own Every day's a sleepy day You sleep alone when the doctor's home You're already late This circle's never been straight You've been prescribed a holiday To stop you waiting for the end But nobody's there You even try to compare Every day's a crazy day The doctor's home sleeping on his own Always dead, I felt Is this the end that you feel? I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything I've got everything