Scillie

It’s a killing-pain-killing day

Trying to make my way

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There’s a drum pounding in my head

My limbs feel like they’re made of lead

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It seems a hippo landed on my back

And held its balance by grabbing my neck

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A massage would, to my belief

Bring some kind of relief

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But there’s no one to de-stress my ache

So I’ll take a little coffee-break

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And take another pain killing pill

Awaiting the kicking in of the relieving thrill