Paroles: Martin Grech. Ill.

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I am ill
I am deathly ill and white
I am sick again
I am ill
I am sick of being ill

Up, up, up
Down, give up
Make it stop

I am ill
I am deathly ill and white
I am sick again
I am ill
I am sick of being ill

Up, up, up
I give up
Make it stop

Call up the hospital
Make me a bed
Reception is down
So I'm better off dead
Movement suggests
That I am still alive

With my head in my hands
I lost my taste for life