My analyst told me
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That I was right out of my head
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The way he described it
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He said I'd be better dead than live
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I didn't listen to his jive
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I knew all along
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That he was all wrong
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And I knew that he thought
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I was crazy but I'm not
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Oh no
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My analyst told me
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That I was right out of my head
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He said I'd need treatment
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But I'm not that easily led
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He said I was the type
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That was most inclined
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When out of his sight
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To be out of my mind
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And he thought I was nuts
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No more ifs or ands or buts
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They say as a child
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I appeared a little bit wild
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With all my crazy ideas
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But I knew what was happening
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I knew I was a genius...
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What's so strange when you know
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That you're a wizard at three
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I knew that this was meant to be
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Now I heard little children
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Were supposed to sleep tight
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That's why I got into the vodka one night
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My parents got frantic
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Didn't know what to do
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But I saw some crazy scenes
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Before I came to
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Now do you think I was crazy
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I may have been only three
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But I was swinging
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They all laugh at angry young men
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They all laugh at Edison
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And also at Einstein
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So why should I feel sorry
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If they just couldn't understand
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The idiomatic logic
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That went on in my head
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I had a brain
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It was insane
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Oh they used to laugh at me
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When I refused to ride
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On all those double decker buses
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All because there was no driver on the top
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My analyst told me
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That I was right out of my head
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But I said dear doctor
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I think that it's you instead
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Because I have got a thing
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That's unique and new
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To prove it I'll have
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The last laugh on you
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'Cause instead of one head
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I got two
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And you know two heads are better than one.
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Twisted
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| Joni Mitchell |
