Everything is all weird.
I can make people go away, if I think clear.
This is weird, I'm totally psychic tonight.
Makin em go away.
I just want to run away.
It's getting, it's getting, a little hectic out here, out here.
Gonna go outside. Get some clean air.
And I will play.
Listen to soft music and then turn out the light.
Hey, why did it seem that before,
you wanted to give me, to look at me, like a God, and then dirt?
I went home with you cuz I couldn't handle myself.
You took me home, we fooled around.
Classical music is different this time.
But I'm goin out of my mind.
Eight hours is too much for me to find,
all the answers and write em down,
on a little paper.
How come you got to be givin me around?
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