The haze is back,
the haze is back,
and I never thought I would see him again.
Clogging my eyes,
Then my nose,
Who would have thought, the haze is back.
Used to rain daily,
And then weekly,
All that is gone, the haze is back.
My eyes go watery,
My voice goes raspy,
It's all because, the haze is back.
I am so not Eminem.
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