Jason Bajada - The Disease Of Being Sad lyrics

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I see red swimming in my head I’m going to get you, yes, I’m going to get fed Enough with the recess Don’t you want to come home Home, is where I want to go Home, is where I want to go People keep talking Not enough listening I’m going to get tired, said I’m going to get tired Enough with the nonesense Don’t you want to come home Home, is where I want to go Home, is where I want to go I need the right kind of love in my mind I know you,re what I need to breathe in quarantine Or I might spread this disease of being sad The world it doesn’t need to see my tragedies I see blue, if it’s anything to you I’m going to get sad, I’m going to get used Singing sad songs doesn’t make you want to come home Home, is where I want to go Home, is where I want to go I miss you I need the right kind of love in my mind I know you,re what I need to breathe in quarantine Or I might spread this disease of being sad The world it doesn’t need to see my tragedies (Thanks to Jason for these lyrics)