Too many broken records, floating around my head,
                 Turning and repeating, things left unsaid,
                 Do you know what it is? 
                 I should talk to you, but I don't know if I can,
                 There's something in here blocking me, 
                 I can't break through this damn,
Verse 2: 
                 Alarm bells are ringing and I can't make them stop,
                 Jingle jangle bringing, thought after same thought,
                 Do you know what it is? 
                 I should talk to you, but I don't know if I can,
                 There's something in here blocking me, 
                 I can't break through this damn,
Chorus:
                 And there is no triumphant ending,
                 And there is no fanfare pending, 
                 Just conflict to sort out,
                 It's what it's all about.
Verse 3:  
                 I'm clutching at straws now, clutching at plastic gods,
                 I'd clutch at anything, to get rid of these thoughts,
                 There must be some other way round, or something I can do,
                 But I suppose I know what it is,
                 I'll have to talk to you.
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