It's not quite the wall,
And it's not quite the bed.
But I'm stuck, child, and I don't know.
Let it go, child, let it go.
No longer sense the taste,
The point, and all the rest
But it's fine, child, it's comfortable.
Let it go, child, but don't let go.
Don't know why I'm so unstable,
My legs are willing and able,
But my soul just falls apart.
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