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You got sweethearts, you got pressures
You've got starlight, and pretty wishes
You got sisters who sing on the radio
And vessels to possess on the radio
Your sex is a sickness, yeh your sex is a sickness

And you got time, yeh you got time to lose
Because you'll never take enough of those pills
You know you're too clever to be mentally ill
You'll never fashion your damaged soul
Because you're too clever to lose control

You got doctors and you got stitches
You got lovers and you've got well wishers
You got vapid love in a couplette
2000 words and a side bar
Your sickness is your shibboleth, your sex is a sickness

And you got time, yeh you got time to lose
Because you'll never take enough of those pills
You know you're too clever to be mentally ill
You'll never fashion your damaged soul
Because you're too clever to lose control

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