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I'm a sick person and i should
probably seek professional help,
but i can't afford it
cause i'm living in a cardboard box.
i lifted up my flap
and glanced up to the sky,
lucky for me i don't believe my eyes.
If these voices don't stop,
if these voices don't stop
im gonna go crazy, uh-huh,
im crazy, uh-huh.
Its a story been told
a thousand times, at least i think so.
i don't know, my memory's gone.
i used to be a respected man,
they came from miles around just to see me.
but i got caught with my pants down
now they don't want me on t.v.
If these voices don't stop,
if these voices don't stop
im gonna go crazy, uh-huh,
im crazy, uh-huh.
My best friend's a street kid,
sometimes he brings me some food.
he says i remind him of his old man.
they said i'd never make it in this world,
but i proved them wrong; i made it, i lost it now i'm gone.
If these voices don't stop,
if these voices don't stop
im gonna go crazy, uh-huh,
im crazy, uh-huh.
A wasted mind is a terrible thing to lose,
or so i've been told.
a wasted mind is a terrible thing to lose.
Wasted.
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