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Three to make it ok Three to make it go away Doctors have no cure Of this they are sure People coming, people going Faces everywhere, none showing Pain and suffering All a game of buffering Masks of life worn Hearts torn What’s the use Why take the abuse Another visit gone awry Life just seems to pass me by Feeling trapped Mind collapsed On the fringes Everyone cringes Oh the humanity Oh the vanity Needing answers, finding none Feeling the cold shun Society I’m really ok Tomorrows another day Worth having around Possibilities abound Up down Lying on the ground White coats Hope my love floats Hard times arise Tattered pieces of a life comprise Three to make it ok Three to make it go away Doctors have no cure Of this they are sure