| They’d love to call the search off
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| For me to go away
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| Just sweep me under the rug
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| Then no ones takes the blame
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| They wanna fill my head up
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| And scare me half to death
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| And when I bought what they want
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| I’m there with nothing left
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| How can you stand up and say
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| With a straight face
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| That nothings wrong with me
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| That nothings wrong with me
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| I don’t think they’ve got a clue about whats best
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| For anybody else except themselves
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right?
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right?
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| They ask me why I’m nervous?
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| Why I appear so tense
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| The pills offset each other
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| So I’m not making sense
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| Give me one more dosage
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| To cure dependency
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| If I could ween myself off
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| You’ll never hear from me
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| How can you stand up and say
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| With a straight face
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| That nothings wrong with me
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| That nothings wrong with me
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| I don’t think they’ve got a clue about whats best
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| For anybody else except themselves
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right?
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right?
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| Paranoia, mass delusion
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| Stay confused and in the dark
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| Someday things will change
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| Self-destruction
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| Lack of function
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| Fear cannot control us all
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| Blinded by your greed
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| But we will make you see
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| The factories are burning
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| The medication fades
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| My lungs are finally open
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| And I can finally sleep
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right?
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| I’ve got a bad bad feeling overwhelming me
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| What if I’m right?
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| What if I’m right? |