| There’s a lot on my mind I’ve been thinking
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| When you ask me what’s wrong, I don’t know
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| I don’t need you to make a prescription
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| What I need is a hand I could hold
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| Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
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| Time I could cry, time to feel low
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| Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
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| I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
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| Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
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| I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
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| Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
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| Time I could cry, time to feel low
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| Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
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| I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
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| Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see
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| I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods
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| Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
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| Time I could cry, time to feel low
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| Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go
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| Time I could cry, time to feel low |