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Better if I could find the words to say Whenever I take a choice it turns away I'm worn, tired of my mind I'm worn out, thinking of why I'm always so unsure I battle my thoughts I find I can't explain I've traveled so far but somehow feel the same I'm worn, tired of my mind I'm worn out, thinking of why I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I'm worn, tired of my mind I'm worn out, thinking of why I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I'm always so unsure I am alive when I sleep Why am I not in all that I got? I can't find no one to blame Stand, stand, damned one Damned one Damned one Damned one I am one Damned One Where do I go? --- Threads - Portishead