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I'm just a symptom of my time, |
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just a victim of my mind |
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Turning deaf and dumb and blind |
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'cause I need to |
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I'm inescapably obsessed with the thoughts I have repressed |
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How I look when I'm undressed to receive you |
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Why do you think your love could ever change me? |
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Why? |
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you don't know anything about me baby |
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Should I wax or should I shave, |
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be a master or a slave |
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Would a good girl misbehave like I plan to |
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Do I smile or do I pout, |
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turn the collar in or out |
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It's the little things that count, |
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baby can't you see that I |
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just can't take it anymore |
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I need to find some |
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kind of light behind the door |
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Chorus: |
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And it gets me down, |
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yes it gets me down |
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Everybody's got it right but me somehow |
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And it gets me down, |
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spins my head around |
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Life really should be easier by |
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now I read another magazine, |
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see the star I've never been |
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Hope is something in between all the pages |
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So I buy a promise in a jar, |
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I try to cover up the scars |
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There's no shelter from the storm when it rages |
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I've tried so long and hard and nothing changes |
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God must be laughing as he turns away |
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*Chorus* |
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I just can't take it anymore |
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I need to find some kind of light behind the door |
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I'm just a symptom of my time... |