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I should write a report
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on why we change day to day
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with hours and hours of research
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and humans locked up in a cage
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then tally the data
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with the results inconclusive
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damnit I ve been at this one for years
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and still no answer
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[Chorus]
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put under a microscope
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by my own free will
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take my own blood samples
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look for imbalanced chemicals
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cat scan for holes in my brain
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and pulse rate my heart
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[Verse 2]
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but there is one last concern
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it seems I may drive them away
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friends and family always running from me these days
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I ask myself, like any analysist would
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"Chris how do you always manage to fuck up
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every last thing you have that is good"
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[Chorus]
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Pulse Rate
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