Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, But I Need You to Leave

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Verse 1:
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They could prescribe you any illness you like, if you define the terms of your ailment
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You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary,  but a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide
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How many years have you been on that couch? They coulda quilt'd you in the throws by now
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You draw a line in the sand, where it ends and you begin, but the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh, well.
 
Chorus 1:
      Bb              C
And a little identity never hurt nobody,
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oh but lately you've been focusing too much on yourself
   Bb                                          C
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
       Bb                       C                 F                 Dm
‘Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills, and no psychiatrists
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No we just drank ourselves to death, and xxxxxxxxx we liked it
 
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Verse 2:
F                                                                Bb
Who makes the call, what's a symptom, what’s a flaw? Could it be both?
                                   F
Well I suppose that’s some kind of answer
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Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity? ‘Cause god knows, it’s not like its cancer!
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And good news to the purist, they discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive
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It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure, but very few patients survive!
 
Chorus 2:
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And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself
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So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
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‘Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills, and no psychiatrists
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No we just bled out in our baths, and xxxxxxxxx we liked it
 
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Bridge:
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Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that
C                           F
Diease is in the eye of the beholder
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Tell me so it goes
               C                   Am                       Dm
We depress to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests
     Gm
It’s cold out now, we can take it off later
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Better safe than sorry and we both know the dangers
Dm                       F
So doctor, could you run another test?
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Got a feeling this time I might just pass it, well if you raise the average!
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We all sing when the bell curve rings, in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
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If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices, our Chorus unconditional of diagnosis
 
Chorus 3:
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Back in my day we didn't need no feel good pills, and no psychiatrists
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What can I say except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists
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I said back in the days of lobotomies, shock therapies, and mad scientists!
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Oh don't you make me waste my breath, and xxxxxxxxx—
 
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Verse:
C                   F                                     Dm
Is your identity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain?
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You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain, you're just that character you've made
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Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts
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Just come together to believe they're you, and not just chemistry
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It’s not the way you were raised, not what the advertisements say
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Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want or what you say
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And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need,
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and I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek
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But something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak,
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but something tells me that you like, yeah something tells me—
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That you prefer
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To be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People
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Okay thats our time, see you same time next week