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| I can't shake this feeling; My neck is stiff and my hands are twitching! My eyes see young Americans Acting wild, looking oddly European, I'm a sick man -- a lonely Capricorn; There are all these people, How can I be alone? My back is up against a wall, My mind is going out of control, Time, time for a breakdown. Yes, time for a breakdown. I'm not a rich man. I don't need a TV or an automobile, I go where I hear the music 'Cause that's where all the "action" is. I'm sick of jumping out my ass! There's nowhere to go, I'm in no hurry! My life has no meaning no more, My nerves are just shot to the core. You know it's time for a breakdown, Time for a major breakdown. I've been around in this world. Yes I've been, and I've met a lot of people! My eyes have seen the glory Of hundreds of ways to be in pain or fashion. I'm sick of it -- we're all the same. We've all got our silly problems And play our silly games! My clothes aren't in style no more. My heart is broke, and I've pawned my soul! Oh, well! Time for a breakdown. |
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