| I tried to frame my own self portrait
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| Into a three-minute one-act play
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| But I’m a carnival of voices
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| It’s hard to pin me down that way
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| Without my subconscious saying
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| «I'm not in love with you
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| But I’d be willing to make a change
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| It’s these profound fits of sunshine
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| That bring on subsequently rain.»
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| «If I could make a suggestion -»
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| I say, 'Oh, this should be nice'
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| «The middle ground is partly sunny
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| Now take my good advice
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| Nobody’s out here throwing rice yet
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| But me and the voices inside of your head
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| All agree…»
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| And I say, 'Since we’re all here talking —
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| You think I’m afraid of you?
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| Well, I’m afraid I think you’re right…
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| I’ve never been good at crowd control
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| Your voices keep me up all night' 'Now, I’m no psychiatrist
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| Though I’m known for Freudian slips
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| I’d like to thank my Id and Ego
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| For the roller coaster trip
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| And if my memory will permit me
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| I’d like to remember to keep you voices
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| Out of my head…' |