Bring me a doctor, I’ve got a hole in my head
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The trouble with the straight and narrow is I keep falling off to the side
You must have heard it from my best friend, she’s always talkin’ when she should be listenin’
Don’t get old, stay bold
And she calls me baby, Like an old romantic
My mama is in a wheelchair, now she will get out and run
Waking, sleeping, dreaming
I don’t know what to do
We are going against the tide
I am trapped in a small dark room
