| Doctor
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| Can I call you that? |
| I know you don’t have a degree, but
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| Doctor
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| Just rolls off the tongue a bit more naturally to me
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| Doctor, seems you got a problem
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| With the way that I’m living my life
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| You’re shoveling and you’re scraping down
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| It’s cutting me just like a…
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| (Protag: No, fuck that, you already know what I’m gonna say, Doctor: okay)
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| If we’re aiming for open, we’ll have to try harder
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| We gotta destroy that levee I’m guarding
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| It wasn’t expected, now I’m begging your pardon
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| There’s nary a glimmer, so gimme your card and I’ll be gone
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| Despite the benefits I hear result from talking out your problems
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| I can’t seem to see how steps that help others could ever help me
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| There’s a live wire coursing through my genes that puppeteers apprehension and
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| fear
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| I hope that’s clear
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| Can we proceed at a distance?
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| You know how I’m different
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| Doctor, suppose there’s a reason
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| For all the creaks and whistling upstairs
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| Suppose those reasons are manifest in the hours I’ve spent tracing lines in the
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| sand
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| Those lines have been drawn to a credible purpose
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| Let in too many people, your emotions will surface
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| I couldn’t imagine that kind of despair
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| So I’m putting up safeguards and I’m keeping them there
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| Maybe I don’t know what I don’t know
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| As the scholars tell me, ignorance is bliss
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| I don’t need fixing
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| Got the right to get pissed; |
| piss drunk to avail cheap, easy assistance
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| The ones who matter have to stay by my side; |
| a pack to hide behind
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| May disappoint them time to time
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| But c’est la vie to me that’s life
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| Seems you got anger
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| Why not try sadness?
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| Seems you got rage
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| Why not try crying?
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| I know it thrills you to burn off at someone
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| But you’re gonna lose them, son, if you don’t start trying
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| I see your point
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| I see the consequences stacking up downstream
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| My circle closing
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| I can see it now, what I hold dear to me
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| Won’t be there always, be there when I’m sick and frail, old and grey
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| If I don’t get lighter
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| They can all start leaving
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| They can all stop loving back
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| That’s where we’re heading
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| The choir sings for me
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| Single cell of tragedy
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| They witness and they pity me
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| It’s getting damn near deafening
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| But if I decide to get off this ride, can I? |