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![]() ![]() You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane Well, nothing I do don't seem to work It only seems to make the matters worse. When you were a child you were a treated kind Byt you were never brought up right You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you criedall night Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax And your father's still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax ![]() You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dullaffairs Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down thestairs Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too fewyears And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edgedwith tears ![]()
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