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Hypochondriac Lyrics by Fenne Lily

These conversations I have with myself
Only as hard as I make them
These complications I have with my health
Only go as far as I take them

So leave it out
We’re all sick of waiting for a moment to stop and sleep it off

All instigators have a terrible touch
Caught my eye and then they threw it back
And as I try in times but I'll get it by my machine
But it all started better to feel anything

So leave it out
We’re all sick of waiting for a moment to stop and sleep it off
I’m freaking out
Now I’m sick and waiting for a moment to stop and not feel so much

Look alive
Look alive
Look alive
Look alive

So leave it out
We’re all sick of waiting for a moment to
Leave it out

So leave it out
We’re all sick of waiting for a moment to stop and sleep it off
I’m freaking out
Now I’m sick and waiting for a moment to stop and not feel so much

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