Excuse my blakn expression while I'm staring at the wall.
The telephone is in my hand and I don't know who to call.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me...
Because this is not me, I know this is not me.
Every thought I have seems to be a question.
Am I just like you or am I one fucked up exception?
Am I just an exception?
Writer(s): Terry Hall, Stephen Graham Panter, Jerry Dammers, Roderick James Byers, Lynval Golding, John Edward Bradbury, Neville Egunton Staples
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