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Well I woke up this morning |
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In a, In a cloud of despair |
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I ran my hand across my head |
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And pulled out a pile of worried hair |
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I went to my physician |
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Who was buried in his thoughts |
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He said, "Son, you've been reading too much Elephant Talk" |
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(Chit-chat) |
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He said, "The thing about depression is, |
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well, you just can't let it get you down. |
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You have to see the world for what it is: |
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a circus full of freaks and clowns |
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and you'll never please everybody, |
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it's a well established fact." |
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He said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac" |
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What can you give a man |
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Who has everything? |
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Can you give him back his edge? |
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Can you make him want to sing? |
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No, you can only take from him, |
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and there's nothing he can do. |
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I've got the "driving me to drink and eat a bottle of Prozac" blues. |
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Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head. |
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By the time I realized what I had done, I was already dead |
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I went to see the gatekeeper who was standing by Heaven's door |
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He said, "I hope you brought a good supply of... you know" |
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(Oh, don't worry) |
