*released on Songs From Western Settings
Draped in wrinkled clothing
I can barely open my eyes
I pray to all that is holy
That this pain will one day die
Tell me no jokes I beg you
I've taken all I can take
Pretty please, I'm down on my knees
I'm about to break
I've got a pounding headache
It hurts to laugh
It hurts to laugh
I hate the sun that comes through
My window in the morn
I feel like I've had this agony
Since the day I was born
Tune out that light in the hallway
Stifle that racket I swear
Pretty please, I'm down on my knees
I've got none to spare
I've got a pounding headache
It hurts to laugh
It hurts to laugh
There's not a pill that can make
This pain go away
I've got a pounding headache
It hurts to laugh
It hurts to laugh
It hurts to laugh
It hurts to laugh
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