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So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feeling paranoid
Sweet sixteen for a schizoid
So, tell me how you feel now you're the only one
Held your head in the setting sun
Sweet black smoke with the poison
Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical
So tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feeling paranoid
Runnin down the street from a mergatroid
So tell me how you feel
Now you're the only one
Held your head in the setting sun
Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun
Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down its hysterical
Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down its hysterical
Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down its hysterical