It's to the point
Where I can't sleep
Who'd have known
It would go this deep
He's killing me softly
Like Roberta sang
He crept into my soul
And my bell he rang
It's heaven to be picked
But it's hell to have to wait
Ain't it funny how things work
An ironic twist of fate
Where I can't sleep
Who'd have known
It would go this deep
He's killing me softly
Like Roberta sang
He crept into my soul
And my bell he rang
It's heaven to be picked
But it's hell to have to wait
Ain't it funny how things work
An ironic twist of fate
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