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Sighing all the time, I'm not smarter.
Lying all the time to
myself on the stream a circle.
Hard to remain on a circle.
Cures what I have Dr. Proxy
Not quite myself Dr. Proxy
Cures what I have Dr. Proxy
Not quite myself Dr. Proxy
My limbs be of lead
soon I am to be older
fry me an egg on my own feet
.... ahh ..he he
hey, you must be the one,
don't ask me why, I'm just the janitor.
A guy passing by
without looking
at me. A girl kisses her dog,
stares at
Dr. Proxy, not quite myself Dr. Proxy,
not quite myself Dr. Proxy.
This sounds like the door.
Three times a week.
Postal, academical, licenced, by the authorities.
Cures what I have,
not me, not quite myself,
cures what I have: Dr. Proxy
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