Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)

Those boom times went bust
 My feet of clay, they dried to dust
 The red isn't the red we painted
 It's just rust
 And the signature thing that used to bring a following
 I have trouble now even remembering, so
 Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night?
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
 I'm either so sick in the head
 I need to be bled dry to quit
 Or I just really used to love him
 I sure hope that's it
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 I knew that to keep in touch
 Would do me deep in dutch
 'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering
 It's just mush
 And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
 I should have no trouble now
 To keep from following, so
 Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night?
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
 I'm either so sick in the head
 I need to be bled dry to quit
 Or I just really used to love him
 I sure hope that's it
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 Those boom times went bust
 My feet of clay, they dried to dust
 The red isn't the red we painted
 It's just rust
 And that signature thing that used to bring a following
 I have trouble now even remembering
 So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night?
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
 I'm either so sick in the head
 I need to be bled dry to quit
 Or I just really used to love him
 Or I just really used to love him
 Or I just really used to love him
 I sure hope that's it