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pity youyou're telling me you've got a problema nervous sort of contractiona mindless kind of reactionyou never get no satisfactionhere's to youi know you really got a problema nasty kind of reflectiona dangerous sort of destructionthat makes it difficultmakes it hard to reachtakes it all awayfrom what you had in mindyeah yeah yeaha nervous kind of distractiona nasty sort of contractionbut there's some big fat pointthat you seem to be missingand it's driving you to destructionbut it doesn't seemto stop you in the leastor halt this obsession got yougoing on backweek after weekday after dayhour after hourfrom where you camefor more of the same
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