| It's Hard To Turn Me On |
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| You turn me on and it’s hard to turn me on: |
| Mornings I tell you what I dreamed |
| Before we’re swallowed by the work machine |
| And spit out in the evening drained half dry |
| And that is why you turn me on and it’s hard to turn me on |
| We traveled many miles to no guarantee |
| Everything’s a joke to you; |
| it’s not that way to me |
| And Walt Disney cannot make me happy, cannot make me go along |
| But you turn me on and it’s hard to turn me on |
