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Sweep the dirt under your rug
Youre on your drug, and then it hits me
Its paregoric in my head, Im all doped-up
And just a baby
Doing just fine, youre making up your mind16
Im all grown up and what I know
It isnt from your mouth
And now Im confused cuz you dont talk
Or wonder what I think
Im standing here and still I cannot hear you
My passions locked inside me
Divulging your imperative
For during, though, its easy (?)
A hundred years of therapy
Thanks, thanks anyway, Ill soon be leaving