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I'm just a symptom of my time
just a victim of my mind Turning deaf and dumb and blind cause I need to I'm inescapably obsessed with the thoughts I have repressed How I look when I'm undressed to receive you Why do you think your love could ever change me Why you don't know anything about me baby Should I wax or should I shave be a master or a slave Would a good girl misbehave like I plan to Do I smile or do I pout turn the collar in or out It's the little things that count baby can't you see that I I just can't take it anymore I need to find some kind of light behind the door And it gets me down yes it gets me down Everybody's got it right but me somehow And it gets me down spins my head around Life really should be easier by now I read another magazine see the star I've never been Hope is something in between all the pages So I buy a promise in a jar I try to cover up the scars There's no shelter from the storm when it rages I've tried so long and hard and nothing changes God must be laughing as he turns away And it gets me down yes it gets me down Everybody's got it right but me somehow And it gets me down spins my head around Life really should be easier for me by now And it gets me down spins my head around Life really should be easier by now I I just can't take it anymore I need to find some kind of light behind the door I'm just a symptom of my time I'm just a symptom of my time I'm just a symptom of my time I'm just a symptom of my time |
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