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Well it's a low down kinda condition |
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Been running round my brain |
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Says it may drive me insane |
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And every organism |
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That I can hear and see |
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Seems to have the blues with me |
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So I went to the doctor |
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Sat down on her bed |
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Looked up right at her |
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This is what she said "You're in a human condition That's what's got you down Human condition Your face is full of frowns You've got to stand your ground" "Well, you're sad, weak and weary" |
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She went on to say "Nothing seems to go your way" "And though you've tried and tried You can't be satisfied No-one seems to treat you right" "But there's one thing for certain That you ought to know There's been lots of people In that scene before" "You're in a human condition That's what's got you down Human condition Your face is full of frowns You've got to stand your ground" |
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Well I stood up and |
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I left her |
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And slowly walked away |
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Looking for a brighter day |
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And as I thought about it |
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A new thought came to me |
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Maybe we cannot be free |
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Well a whole lot of bad things |
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The world might throw at you |
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Stand up straight and strong |
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It's the only thing to do |
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You're in a human condition |
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That's what's got you down |
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Human condition |
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Your face is full of frowns |
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You've got to stand your ground |
