Where is the witchdoctor
 Who drags me from this fear
 What will I tell him so I make myself clear

 I`ve got this bad taste in my mouth
 And in my soul
 I try to taste it,
 Just to know what`s going on

 [bad word] 
 Some kind of tribulation
 Strangles my mind
 It makes me wonder
 Do I have much more time
 Manic depressions
 Or just having too much time
 With my mind
 (end [bad word] 

 I keep on scratching
 But the itching won`t go
 My legs turn red but I will have to go on

 And when [bad word] home
 I find you shining like the sun
 I rest my whery head
 But you wanna have fun

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