37. 2 Fever Blues

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[Verse 1]
The apartment's calm, the clock has frozen still,
A glass of water stands alone and dry.
Our hero's fallen, weak and ill,
In just his T-shirt and briefs, with a sigh.
Upon the scale, the mercury barely crawls,
A warning sign—a dangerous, glowing red.
He knows today that fate has come to call,
And writes his last will in his head.

[Chorus]
[with a Beatles-style polyphony]
Thirty-seven point two—the breaking line,
Disaster's here, within these walls confined.
Where every breath's a victory, hard-won and true,
And the blanket is your shield—pull it over you.



[Verse 2]
He stares at the ceiling, into the abyss of years,
Forgetting dinner, plans, the football game.
No need for breakfast, lunch appears,
He's entered this drama, played it straight, no shame.
"Tell my friends... I stood my ground until the end...
Remember my laughter, my cheerful ways..."
While in the kitchen, the kettle's mournful ascend,
One must suffer alone, through these hazy days.

[Chorus]
Thirty-seven point two—the breaking line,
Disaster's here, within these walls confined.
Where every breath's a victory, hard-won and true,
And the blanket is your shield—pull it over you.

[Bridge]
Pulse and pallor, or is it just a dream?
A drama weighing a kilo, it would seem.
The world stands still by the fighter's bed,
Don't give up, battle ahead...

[Outro]
But in an hour, when dessert is served,
He'll rise again, online, unnerved.
The darkness fades, the gloom gives way...
Until the scale climbs high again, another day.
And it's Thirty-seven point two once more.

[Chorus]
Thirty-seven point two—the breaking line,
Disaster's here, within these walls confined.
Where every breath's a victory, hard-won and true,
And the blanket is your shield—pull it over you.