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Burning holes in the back of my head

There are times when you wish I was dead

Night falls and we get into bed

And it’s OK, OK, OK, OK

Blood stains on the door to your place

Walk in and greet the floor with your face

What a mess, what an utter disgrace

But it’s OK, OK, OK, OK

OK, OK

OK, OK, OK, OK, O-K

I get the feeling that you’re selling me off

Start a conversation with a sniff and a cough

It can’t be helping that I’m coming off soft, but

I’ll deal with it

Part ways for a day, maybe two

Code red, now we’re back in the blue

The road’s blocked, we can’t see a way through

But it’s OK, OK, OK, OK

OK, OK

OK, OK, OK, OK, O-K

I’m OK, I’m fine

I’m dealing with it

I’m just OK

OK

Burning holes in the back of my head

There are times when I wish you were dead

But it’s OK