Sometimes I feel
Like my mind will explode
Sometimes I feel
Like Ive got no control
Sometimes I wish
I had a heart made of steel
Sometimes I wish
I couldnt feel
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They say the future...its on a microchip
Dont you know were all on a sinking ship
Only ten percent control all the rest
Only ten percent decide what is best
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I dont want to live like this
Still aint no cure for the summertime blues
Id like to shake these blues but Im still paying dues
My blues so deep you might think theyre black
My blues so deep there aint no turning back
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