she's a saint
in her saint fabrics
and she's as good
as any furniture
and I'm not going anywhere
'till she had enough of me
and I'm not doing anything
'till she sets me free
so far I don't know where I am
so fond of things I don't know
and again I feel like a bait
trying to reach another state
'cause I feel trapped in here
it's like I'm gonna disappear
feeling like I'm going blind
and I need, I need so much
another state, another state of mind
she's been doing me no good
and she's been keeping me up
all day long and every night
she might be made of wood
'cause she just can't be right
so why, oh why?
why can't I just runaway?
why can't I find
another state, another state
another state of mind?
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