| I’m all done up in my condition
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| But my eyes can see the light
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| I never had much to do but sit and think about you
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| And it gets me through the night
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| I don’t know what to do with emotion
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| I don’t know anything about that
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| But you give me everything that I could want
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| And I really don’t see why I bother to be content
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| Nothing matters to me when I’m dispossessed
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| Wish that I could be just a little bit less
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| Nothing in your eyes when you look at me
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| I’m dispossessed
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| Well I’m all tied up in your existence
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| And I don’t care if I die
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| 'Cause I never did want to be anything
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| But what I saw inside your eyes
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| I don’t know what to do with frustration
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| I don’t know anything about that
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| But you give me everything that I could need
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| And I really don’t have the time to be content
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| Nothing matters to me when I’m dispossessed
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| Wish that I could be just a little bit less
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| Nothing in your eyes when you look at me
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| I’m dispossessed
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| Nothing matters to me when I’m dispossessed
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| Wish that I could be just a little bit less
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| Nothing in your eyes when you look at me
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| I’m dispossessed |