| I see a man without a problem
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| I see a country always starved
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| I hear the music of a heartbeat
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| I walk and the people turn and laugh
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head
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| Is in my head here at the start?
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head or in my heart?
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| I pick up phones and hear my history
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| I dream of all the calls I miss
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| I try to number those who love me
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| And find exactly what the trouble is
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head
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| Is in my head here at the start?
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it in my head or in my heart?
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| I feel I’m being followed
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| My head is empty
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| Yet every word I say turns out a sentence
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| Statements to a stranger
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| Just asking for directions
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| Turn from being help to being questions
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| I see a man without problem |