Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
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It injures me, babe....
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Anger, can make you old, yes it can
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I said anger, can make you sick, children... oh Jesus
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Anger destroys your soul
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Rage, there's no room for rage in there
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There's no room for rage in here
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line up some place to go to be mad
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It's a sin to treat your body bad
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When anger really gets the best of us
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We've really lost our heads
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We often say a lof of things, oh darlin'
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Wish we'd never said
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Oh, reason is beyond control
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And the things we do spite
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Makes me ashamed
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And I mean this, baby, makes me want to the things right
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Someday soon I hope and pray like Jesus
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I'll reach that wiser age
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Hope I will learn I really never never profit
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From things I do in rage
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One more time-anger, more ager
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When it's flaming hot
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Anger burns to the bitter end
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Know what i'm talkin' 'bout
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When it cools I find out too late
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I have lost at love, love, love, dear friend
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I said, anger will make you sick,
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children, oh Jesus
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Anger destroys your soul
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I ain't gonna let you get the best of me, babe
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I'm gonna go somewhere and cool
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This is not the way my head's supposed to be, babe
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You've got me feelin' like some silly fool
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But I know a real nice place where I can go
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And feel the way i'm supposed to feel
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I don't want to be mad at nobody
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I don't want to be feelin' bad
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Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
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It injures me, babe
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Anger, can make you old, yes it can
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I said anger will make you sick, children, oh Jesus
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Anger destroys your soul
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Anger
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Anger
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Anger
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| Marvin Gaye |
