Sometimes I feel

Like my mind will explode

Sometimes I feel

Like I've got no control

Sometimes I wish

I had a heart made of steel

Sometimes I wish

I couldn't feel



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They say the future...it's on a microchip

Don't you know we're all on a sinking ship

Only ten percent control all the rest

Only ten percent decide what is best



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I don't want to live like this



Still ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'd like to shake these blues but I'm still paying dues

My blues so deep you might think they're black

My blues so deep there ain't no turning back



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