Sick sick sick
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They watch you closely.
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They love you mostly when they watch the time.
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Tick tock tick
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They want you breathing on your own.
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If you could get up then they¡¯d take you home,
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but that won¡¯t do, there¡¯s something wrong with you.
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Think think think
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Do you remember?
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It was last November on your birthday when they brought you in.
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Dot dot dot dash
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V for victory.
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You flashed your hand
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and threw your cake into the garbage can.
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Oh misery, there¡¯s something wrong with me.
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Now they sit by your bed and they hide
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from each other, by your side
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with each other and play games.
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They don¡¯t talk, they¡¯d rather watch the clock.
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tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
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Tick tac toe
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no two turns in a row:
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that¡¯s cheating
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x x o
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You never win,
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but you want to play again.
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You¡¯re the only reason that they spend this time together.
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Don¡¯t be scared to share the news.
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Afraid to say you¡¯ve made the trade for bells and whistles.
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No more thorns and thistles for you.
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No more crazy in the head, no more lying in your bed.
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Jump up high:
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let them know that you are happy.
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It¡¯s okay to show them that you¡¯re well.
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Celebrate,
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if they can¡¯t take it they can go to hell.
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Sick, Sick, Sick
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| Lisa Loeb |
