| Listen doctor I have pain
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| That grows inside myself
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| Shelf me please
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| I just can’t ease the pain
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| I need some drugs to help
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| Ah pollution fills my lungs
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| And convolution fills my mind
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| Ah my legs do ache
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| I contemplate
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| That living’s less than fine
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| My spine does tingle
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| When I think of being
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| Freed from this curse
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| But what is worse I feel
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| Life is a bubble
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| Blown until it’s burst
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| Oh doctor I am desperate
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| To get rid of this feeling
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| Oh doctor I am desperate
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| For some good soul healing
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| The doctor turned and gave a grin
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| And reached into his bag
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| But instead of an injection
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| Got a record with a tag
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| That said listen to this daily
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| With hip shaking and such things
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| Then he puts the record on
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| Grabs a mic and starts to sing
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| You need some
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| One four five
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| To make you high to make you high
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| To make you high to make you high
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| When heaven falling from the sky
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| To make you high to make you high
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| Doctor I am feeling better
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| What was that you sang
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| Did you write it or recite it
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| Or just steal it from a band
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| Ah my bones are feeling stronger
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| And my spirit’s feeling fresh
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| Ah that dose of 145 has put the life
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| Back in my breath
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| 'yes yes yes' the doctor said
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| Then he sat me down and say
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| 'young man don’t think I wrote
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| These chords they’re written in
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| Your brain'
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| And when you hear them
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| There’s a shakedown that begins within
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| The mind
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| Cos these three chords make people
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| Feeling better all the time ah
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| They keep repeating
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| Like a scratch on a cd
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| But it’s quality cos these three harmonies
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| Breed positivity
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| Protecting against insanity
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| Of modern insecurities
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| Believe me when I tell you
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| All you need is to be hearing all that
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| One four five
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| To make you high to make you high
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| To make you high to make you high
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| When they said what and you said why
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| To make you high to make you high
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| The doctor turned and gave a grin
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| And reached into his bag
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| But instead of an injection
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| Got a record with a tag
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| That said listen to this daily
|
| With hip shaking and such things
|
| Then he puts the record on
|
| Grabs a mic and starts to sing
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| You need some
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| One four five
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| To make you high to make you high
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| When you could not count to pi
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| When you’re told you can’t fly
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| To make you high to make you high
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| Times like these you need some
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| One four five … hhhuuummnn |