| I know you’re upset with me
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| But let’s just call a truce
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| 'Cause I don’t have the energy
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| To make up an excuse
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| Down all day and up all night
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| That’s the way I’ve been
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| Though I’ve heard you say
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| That I should try to take control of my life
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| I would try to do what you said
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| But sometimes it’s a challenge just to get out of bed
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| And that’s as good as it is ever gonna get
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| And nothing’s happening yet
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| And everybody knows that
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| Please pass the Prozac
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| Waiting for that Prozac moment to arrive
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| I’ll adore that magic moment, glad to be alive
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| Time to find out if it’s true
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| I think I’m in love with you
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| Now’s the time, but all I do
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| Is pace around the room
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| So we do need to give it a go?
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| I’ve already wasted half a lifetime or so
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| If I change my mind, how would I know?
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| I need a Dr. Frank-ectomy though
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| And hope it never grows back
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| Please pass the Prozac
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| Now they’re closing in
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| Everybody’s yelling at me
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| They could take a pill or two themselves
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| There they go again
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| Staring at me, swearing at me
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| Take the whole bottle too as well
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| Time to find out if it’s true
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| I think I’m all over you
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| Now’s the time
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| But all I do is pace around the room
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| So I’m just waiting for that Prozac moment
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| That Prozac moment to arrive
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| That Prozac moment
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| That Prozac moment to arrive
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| And save my life |