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 I don't want to live like this I don't want to live like this No, no, no
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
