Feeding off memories
Haven't slept for many days
Someone hides the remedy
Walked around in a haze
Endless phone calls in a daze
A Caffeine-fuelled refugee
It's me, It's me...
They say I act in many plays
I call it abject energy
It's me, It's me...
A special electricity
This city's speed is way to slow for me...
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