Today I'm weird and I don't understand why
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If nothing strange had me to mistreat
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Today I'm weird and I don't know what to do
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Could it be that today I began to remember
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The days of my childhood when I was always wrong
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Only child of chance
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My father was a hippie and my mother was a punk
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Ah, able, it was because of that babysitter
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That so that I wouldn't cry I put in my bottle
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Valium, and she was out one day with her friends
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And she came back with that sleeve of drugs
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And accelerated, in a satanic rite
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After torturing my hamster they cooked
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It was hell, they made me try it
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And it wasn't cute
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It depends, there I was a jopende
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And as my uncle said, that he is a guy who understands me
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He who does not suffer, does not learn
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And he kicked my tooth out
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And he stole the money that the mouse left under my pillow
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Everyone laughed when he dragged the r
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My grandmother asked me that if she died she should not bury her
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and that it rise more
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Perhaps perhaps Perhaps
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Today I'm weird and I don't understand why
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If nothing strange had me to mistreat
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Today I'm weird and I don't know what to do
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Sit down and wait for it to pass and bye
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And ta', capable, was that I was marked
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Being the son of divorced parents
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What a jerk!, I had not thought about it
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But if it were like that we would all be traumatized
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And I put on a blues at half light
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And my grandmother asked Jesus that Gardel
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Not outside of Toulouse
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I pricked her pus grains with her cross
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Because of my allergy to mousse
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Achus!, could it be that I went to dinner
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With my father's girlfriend
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That he invited me but made me wash the pans
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And seeing that my sister paraded half naked
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She told me "look, the models are all trolls"
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and he rages
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Just her!, that when she drinks she gets pissed off
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And I had to crack when after the fourth came
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she started touching me
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And she laughed and hiccuped
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And he told me as an advance
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That she is going to leave the old man for the guy
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That he paid for the lipo
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Maybe that's why I'm sensitive
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Life is unpredictable
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Today I'm weird and I don't understand why
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If nothing strange had me to mistreat
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Today I'm weird and I don't know what to do
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Sit down and wait for it to pass and bye
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Maybe he wasn't amused
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To the pharmacy
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When I said that I defend euthanasia to the death
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He said that if everyone died it would melt
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And he threw me with a jar of homeopathy
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Or in one of those
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As Peyote said "I'm sick in the head"
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but no!, if the doctor who cured me, swore to me
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That the wound of the fracazo in the neck has already healed
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It will be that cocktail that I had in the cafeteria
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Chopping a salami, listening to Led Zeppelin
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Or was it that vicious-looking girl
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That slug threw something in my glass
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what a piece of guaso
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If she broke the glass
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when my faso
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She burned his arm!
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And for my clumsiness
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He left the giant barrel of beer poorly sealed
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And the bar was flooded
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How successful!
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To think that I wanted to get up to the nami
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talking about the tsunami
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And washing away he told me «Did you see?
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I went back where you came from
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Heaven doesn't exist"
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Today I'm weird and I don't understand why
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If nothing strange had me to mistreat
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Today I'm weird and I don't know what to do
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Sit down and wait for it to pass and bye |