| For almost 30 years, I’ve known something was wrong
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| But Mom said weakness causes bloating
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| , so I tried to be strong
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| Fake it till you make it, that’s how I got by
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| And when I tried to find the reason for my sadness and terror
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| All the solutions were trial and error
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| Take this pill, say this chant,
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| move here for this guy
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| But now there’s no need for regret
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| 'Cause I’m about to get
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| A diagnosis!
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| A diagnosis!
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| Don’t tell me
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| «No, sis
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| Ter, you don’t fit in."
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| Doc, prescribe me my tribe, give me my throng
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| Tell me that this whole time I’ve belonged
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| With those other people who share my diagnosis
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| What could it be? |
| What could be right?
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| Schizophrenic or bipolar lite?
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| I’ve never heard voices, but maybe it’s time to start
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| You’re super cool, Rebecca
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| Thanks! |