man
i need to get to the root
of
this bitter fruit
yeah
I'm in
hot pursuit
on why
i really
inner cry
well
i think i can
tell
that my....
inner hell
smells
like a jail cell
of
singleness
yeah
no wedded bliss
exist
for me
so i be
pissed
to the 3rd degree
yeah Lord
where's the key?
or
my company
yeah
can't you see?
that
I'm so lonely
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