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I'm a very very complex person |
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I try to improve but you see how |
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I worsen I'll do anything to make you adore me, or deplore me, but never ignore me |
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I got senses that |
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I cannot control |
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My stomach's like a bottomless hole |
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My desires command me like a slave |
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I'm a knave, |
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I can hardly behave [Chorus] |
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I'm a peacenik but |
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I'm going off to war, |
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I couldn't even tell you what |
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I'm really fighting for. |
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It seems right; at least it doesn't seem wrong |
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I'm a mixed-up, fucked-up singer of a song [Chorus] |
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I refuse to keep a gun in my purse |
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Imagine if |
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I was feeling perverse |
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The builders and the workers when they whistle and they shout |
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I'd like to give them something to shout at me about [Chorus] |
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I'm a very very complex person |
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I'm a very very complex person |
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Anyway I got a plan to give it all away |
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I won't need a suitcase on judgment day |
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I'm a very very complex person... |
