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Your psychobabble is so alien to me |
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and I don't understand your pyschotherapy |
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I don't want your conversation |
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I don't need no explanation |
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When you spout your blah blah blah and your cod philosophy |
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My signed Bukowski you sold behind my back |
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And undermining is your chosen mode of attack |
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I don't want your measured excuse |
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I don't need cerebral abuse |
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You know I know the truth and the truth is you're a quack |
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And the things you preach are all in breach |
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Red flags are raised sets me ablaze |
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And the things you say give it all away |
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And the things you do all betray that you |
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You're a headshrinker |