Verse 1:
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I'm just a symptom of my time,
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just a victim of my mind
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Turning deaf and dump and blind 'cause I need to
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I'm inescapably obsessed
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with the thoughts I have repressed
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How I look when I'm undressed to receive you
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Verse 2:
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Why... do you think your love could ever change me?
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Why...? you don't know anything about me baby
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Verse 1:
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Should I wax or should I shave,
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be a master or a slave
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Would a good girl misbehave like I plan to
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Do I smile or do I pout,
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turn the collar in or out
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It's the little things that count, baby can't you see that
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Verse 2:
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I... I just can't take it anymore
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I need to find some kind of light behind the door
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Chorus:
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And it... gets me down, yes it gets me down
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Everybody's got it right but me somehow
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And it... gets me down, spins my head around
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Life really should be easier by now
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Verse 1:
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I read another magazine,
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see the star I've never been
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Hope is something in between all the pages
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So... I buy a little promise in a jar,
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I try to cover up the scars
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There's no shelter from the storm when it rages
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Verse 2:
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I've tried so long and hard and nothing changes
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(I...) God must be laughing as he turns away
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Chorus:
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And ... gets me down, yes it gets me down
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Everybody's got it right but me somehow
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And it... gets me down, spins my head around
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Life really should be easier for me by now
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And it... gets me down, spins my head around
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Life really should be easier by now
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Verse 2:
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I... I just can't take it anymore
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I need to find... some kind of light behind the door
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Verse 1:
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Da da da da...
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I'm just a symptom of my time
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I'm just a symptom of my time
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I'm just a symptom of my time
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I'm just a symptom of my time
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Symptom Of My Time (¼±´í½º ¿µÈÁ¦)
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| Marie Frank |