| Now that my life’s been ripped asunder
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| And I feel like I’m going under
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| Well you appear on the scene
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| With your trappings so serene
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| Don’t ask me what is wrong
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| Because you knew it all along
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| You say your friends don’t understand
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| They think I’m such an unstable man
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| Oh, what a draag, draag, draag
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| Now that my life’s been ripped asunder
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| And I feel like I’m going under
|
| Well you appear on the scene
|
| With your trappings so serene
|
| Don’t ask me what is wrong
|
| Because you knew it all along
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| You say your friends don’t understand
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| They think I’m such an unstable man
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| All these pills upon the shelf
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| One of every kind, I’m sure to find
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| A cure for being myself
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| Oh, what a draag, draag, draag
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| All these pills upon the shelf
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| One of every kind, I’m sure I’ll find
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| A cure for being myself
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| Oh, what draag, draag
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| Draag, draag, draag
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| Such a draag, draag |