Open my eyes laying still,
Get some aspirin for the pain to be killed
Listening to Bob Marley's tunes
I still think of you
Rollin my spliff for a good day to come,
pump up the volume so I can't hear my heart,
still clumsy in every move,
and I still want you.
How often I change radio station
cus there's a song that troubles my mind
Now punching my heart from inside:
why is it still thinking of you?
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