Listen doctor I have pain
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That grows inside myself
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Shelf me please
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I just can't ease the pain
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I need some drugs to help
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Ah pollution fills my lungs
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And convolution fills my mind
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Ah my legs do ache
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I contemplate
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That living's less than fine
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My spine does tingle
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When I think of being
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Freed from this curse
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But what is worse I feel
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Life is a bubble
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Blown until it's burst
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Oh doctor I am desperate
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To get rid of this feeling
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Oh doctor I am desperate
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For some good soul healing
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The doctor turned and gave a grin
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And reached into his bag
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But instead of an injection
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Got a record with a tag
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That said listen to this daily
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With hip shaking and such things
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Then he puts the record in
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Grabs a mic and starts to sing
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You need some
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One four five
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To make you high to make you high
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To make you high to make you high
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When heaven falling from the sky
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To make you high to make you high
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Doctor I am feeling better
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What was that you sang
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Did you write it or recite it
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Or just steal it from a band
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Ah my bones are feeling stronger
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And my spirit's feeling fresh
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Ah that dose of 145 has put the life
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Back in my breath
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'yes yes yes' the doctor said
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Then he sat me down and say
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'young man don't think I wrote
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These chords they're written in
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Your brain'
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And when you hear them
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There's a shakedown that begins within
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The mind
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Cos these three chords make people
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Feeling better all the time ah
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They keep repeating
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Like a scratch on a cd
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But it's quality cos these three harmonies
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Breed positivity
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Protecting against insanity
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Of modern insecurities
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Believe me when I tell you
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All you need is to be hearing all that
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One four five
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To make you high to make you high
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To make you high to make you high
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When they said what and you said why
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To make you high to make you high
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The doctor turned and gave a grin
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And reached into his bag
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But instead of an injection
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Got a record with a tag
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That said listen to this daily
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With hip shaking and such things
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Then he puts the record in
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Grabs a mic and starts to sing
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You need some
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One four five
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To make you high to make you high
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When you could not count to pi
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When you're told you can't fly
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To make you high to make you high
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Times like these you need some
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One four five .... hhhuuummnn
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One Four Five
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| The Cat Empire |
