| You hate my face
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| You think I’m mad in the brainspace
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| You hate my face
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| You think I’m mad in the brainspace
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| You say I’ll fail if I don’t seize the day
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| You’re tired of my ignorance
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| You want me to chase
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| Your pretty friends in the rat race
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| But I don’t feel I am part of the team
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| And I’m not a flesh and blood machine
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| You’d like to know why
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| I get so jaded, cold and aching
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| This brave new world is for the taking
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| But I’m occupied by things you just can’t see
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| You wonder why I
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| Still complicate when it’s so easy
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| Still slay my demons like diseases
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| I cannot face this new reality
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| But I’m just a crackpot
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| Don’t really care if you like it or not
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| Another man in my head I’ve got
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| You can’t halt my crazy train of thought
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| I’m just a crackpot
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| Pretty immune to the pills you’ve brought
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| Way out of line and, man, I like it a lot
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| Can’t hurt me, please take your best shot
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| I’m just a crackpot
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| Trying hard to find a place to call my spot
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| No office space, no Mac, no iPod
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| Don’t go to clubs and Jobs is not my god.
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| I’m just a crackpot |