| Why do I deny all that’s accepted true?
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| Why can’t I live my life like I’m expected to?
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| Get a college degree, buy a color TV?
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| Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?
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| I believe no one’s conclusions, I think for myself
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| I take nothing for granted, my brain ain’t on the shelf
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| I’ve got my views though I may sound confused
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| Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?
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| Why can’t I settle down in one little place?
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| Find me a girl and get out of this race?
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| But, my boots start itching, my eyes start looking
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| Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?
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| Why can’t I march when the cause is just?
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| Stamp out oppression, greed and lust?
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| Oh, inferiority, insecurity
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| Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me
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| Why do I «yes» people that I despise?
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| Why can’t I say «I hate you» right to your eyes?
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| Oh, inferiority, pent up hostility
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| Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me
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| That’s exactly the matter with me |