| Heads down they walk away
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| And all the while I vent myself
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| Face to face with her again
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| That’s OK I cured myself
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| Cure the sane, they are all to blame
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| Cure the sane, they don’t know what they’re missing
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| Talking to the nothing again
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| Making sure the nothing hears
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| Making sense to no one else
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| Is fine with me it’s all so clear
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| Parts will seem a bit confusing
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| So what, I don’t care
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| Seems to me you need the change
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| Go on and cut your hair
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| Man they sure are fast today
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| Making me nervous, that’s OK
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| Faster now and I’m still here
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| Use the vice or make the tear
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| Cure the sane, they are all to blame
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| Cure the sane, they all wish they could be as vain
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| Cure the sane, we’re the same
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| Cure the sane, they don’t know what they’re missing
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| Make a list of all your problems
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| A twisted head can make you smile
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| Come to find companions living
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| Here and there in denial
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| I’ve been this way for all my life
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| I’m sure my friends could use the rest
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| Thinking that they all need help
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| It’s no good but do your best
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| Spreading yourself way too thin
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| Does it hurt to see it all
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| Well enough to count the days
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| Stronger now you take the fall
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| Cure the sane, they are all to blame
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| Cure the sane, they all wish they could be as vain
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| Cure the sane, we’re the same
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| Cure the sane, they don’t know what they’re missing
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| Pass the bones and cigarettes
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| No dessert for me today
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| Don’t be comin' around again
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| It’s not OK to cure yourself |