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You got sweethearts, you got pressures |
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You?ve got starlight, and pretty wishes |
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You got sisters who sing on the radio |
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And vessels to possess on the radio |
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Your sex is a sickness, yeh your sex is a sickness |
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And you got time, yeh you got time to lose |
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Because you?ll never take enough of those pills |
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You know you?re too clever to be mentally ill |
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You?ll never fashion your damaged soul |
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Because you?re too clever to lose control |
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You got doctors and you got stitches |
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You got lovers and you?ve got well wishers |
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You got vapid love in a couplette |
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2000 words and a side bar |
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Your sickness is your shibboleth, your sex is a sickness |
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And you got time, yeh you got time to lose |
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Because you?ll never take enough of those pills |
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You know you?re too clever to be mentally ill |
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You?ll never fashion your damaged soul |
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Because you?re too clever to lose control |