| Yesterday I spent an hour
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| A full hour in therapy
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| My favourite Doctor Landau
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| My God I hate his breath
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| He asked me questions
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| That kind of fool deserves a lie
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| I gave him answers
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| The kind of answers Doctor like
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| Yes, I gave him a bunch of lies
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| I told him all My nightmares
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| Were dead and gone
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| «These days I sleep like a baby
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| And there never ever was a «THEM»
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| He asked me questions
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| That kind of fool deserves a lie
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| I gave him answers
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| The kind of answers Doctors like
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| Guitar solo ANDY
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| The Doctor looked at My eyes
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| Landau: «No trace of insanity
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| Maybe the time is right now
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| To have a visit from the family
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| I’m thinking of Your Mother
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| What does My little patient say?»
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| I should have taken his stethoscope
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| And then forced it down his throat
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| My Mother was at stake
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| So I behaved
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| Guitar solo PETE
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| That night I cleaned the entire house
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| For everything but the memories
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| No dust, no tea, ah stupid me
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| I even took the axe away
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| The sun is up and it’s time for bed
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| I’m so tired
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| I can’t wait no more |