Compound fatigue / laceco korpuna

I don't drink coffee, smoke, try to stay off sweets
I sleep 9 hours, still feel beat
Taking my meds, pounding the streets
Tottering in a haze, just landing on my feet

Every stumble near the 40-hour week
Just reminds me of my past, "he's weak"
Embraced the fact that I'm a freak
But I'll still always be sleepy as hell

Hela ĉielo nur estas nubomanko
La ĉiutaga sinvivten' statas plu sen danko
La balancado sur la ŝnuro jen eterna tango
Kaj mi ial iel restas en stabil'
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