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The cure.

I think I've been tricked into thinking I'm sick.

If you want to know more I can give you the Bic

Just give it a little click

 

Write me a little 'script?

 

I'm moody enough to be an emotional poet

And I'm desperate enough that I'll have you know it

I will even all-the-way-down-to-the-bone it

 

Fake a pretty personality and tell you where to stow it?

 

I'll sing out "look what I did Pappa!" in a British child's accent

Starring Me! o just me! in a big name musical event

Possibly open a space in my chest for rent

 

Call a British doctor? "She needs put down, innit."

 

My emotional range as classical piano keys

Jet black and stark white, smash a fist down and see

But you'll never guess, you'll never guess what's to be....

 

I've got a vendetta with a psychiatric decree.

 

I think I've been tricked into BEING sick

And **** you all, I want that ******* Bic

Give your jugular a little stick?

 

Now write me another 'script.

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malia-kay-lewis
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Apr 8, 2010
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