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Out of It
Out of It
A feel nothing kind of day, my mind just kind of blank
Almost feel like I'm running on an empty tank
Not really upset, not mad at all
But just rolling around like a flat football
I'm not sad, not feeling down
Though I would like it better if no one was around
I'm not feeling sick, or under the weather
But it's just hard to put my thoughts together
The doctor says my condition can cause this mood
But I don't think that's it I've had plenty of food
I guess I'm just out of it as some might say
Just one of those blue Mondays
So I guess I'll stop trying to figure it out
What this mood is all about
I just want to go home to my family
Surely that will bring the joy back to me
Until then I don't even want to talk about it
I guess I'll just be out of it
J. Moore
5/29/2000
A feel nothing kind of day, my mind just kind of blank
Almost feel like I'm running on an empty tank
Not really upset, not mad at all
But just rolling around like a flat football
I'm not sad, not feeling down
Though I would like it better if no one was around
I'm not feeling sick, or under the weather
But it's just hard to put my thoughts together
The doctor says my condition can cause this mood
But I don't think that's it I've had plenty of food
I guess I'm just out of it as some might say
Just one of those blue Mondays
So I guess I'll stop trying to figure it out
What this mood is all about
I just want to go home to my family
Surely that will bring the joy back to me
Until then I don't even want to talk about it
I guess I'll just be out of it
J. Moore
5/29/2000
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Out of It
Out of It