I'm burning the midnight oil,
and I'm wiping the spit from my face.
I can't seem to shake the feeling,
like something is out of place.
Or something is terribly wrong.
Let's get the engine started,
and hope the heat comes on.
Cause baby where we're headed,
the sun never stays out long.
No one ever questions my intent,
only my innocence.
And no one ever wishes me well,
they tell me to go to hell.
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