Recorded in winter of 2018
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I used to suffer from hypochondriac, but it was all in my head.
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Oh it's best to lay still, 'cause I feel pretty ill
I'm sure you can tell I don't look so well
Like my lungs are receding, my eyes are misleading and I'm headed for the ground
Oh it won't be so funny when I don't come back
From this persistent, perplexing attack
How you roll your eyes when I say that there's nowhere left go
But down...
It's all discoloured hues, hypochondriac blues
I could lie down in wait here for days and prepare for
Psychosomatic cues, hypochondriac blues
And there's no... there's nowhere left to go... there's nowhere left to go but down
Oh maybe tomorrow I'll drag myself out
Make my last rounds before the next bout
Give my skipping heart to the study
Give my money to the cause
But give my dear ol' Jessie to someone with nowhere left go...
(Yeah, you know....)
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