| Look at me, I’m such a basket case
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| Delivered to you wrapped in cellophane
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| Waiting on your doorstep every day
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| Delivery, a basket filled with pain
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| Patience is your virtue, saint o' mine
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| I’d have fallen through the cracks, without your love tonight
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| I’m your groundhog and I’m skating on thin ice
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| But you see me at your feet and carry me inside
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| (Vocalizing)
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| Can’t you see I’m wrapped in cellophane
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| Watch the blood pump through my veins
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| Electricity floods my brain
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| Can’t hide the pain, can’t hide the pain
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| When you’re wrapped in cellophane
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| Look at me I’m such a basket case
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| While I fall apart, you’ll hide all my pills again
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| And all the things I need to hear you say
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| You’ll watch as all my thoughts get right back on the train |