It used to make me so fed upPeople always asking
When you're a young man, down and outYou really need
I remember our old neighborhoodEveryone there, they understoodYou could wind
I want a new drug
One that won't make me
All the birds have been blueThey don't know what to
You go to work, work hard all dayAt the end
The power of love is a curious thing;Make a one
Oh my god, I can't believe my eyesUnderneath that ghostly
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