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I've got too much energy to switch off my mind,

but not enough to get myself organized.

My heart is heavy--my head is confused,

And my aching little soul--has started burning blue!



CHORUS

I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough.

So infect me with your love--

Nurse me into sickness. Nurse me back to health.

Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world.



When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy,

And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed.



CHORUS



Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier.

Run your fingers through my hair,

and tell me what I wanna hear--

Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth

from my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb.



CHORUS



Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health

And tell me what it is that I want in this world