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you want to take me to a doctor, to talk to me about my mind, to try to give directions to some places, that i don't really want to find. trouble in me is not related, to things that i might say or do, i'm really not that complicated, your good doctor friend, he oughta talk to you. i notice that he can't remember, things that he never should forget, and why does he spend his evenings, smoking them funny cigarettes?, i have a friend that knows your best friend, he goes some places where she goes, he said he saw y'all at a party, sniffing white powder up your nose. you got the nerve to call me narrow-minded, 'cause i'm not loose and indiscreet, but people lying down always get blinded, by people standing on their own two feet. life is just a shadow, that i just can't seem to find sometimes, but i guess i'll make it, 'cause i found out that it's really in my mind. you shouldn't take it too seriously, 'cause it really ain't gone' last too long, you really only got two choices, you can lay down and be weak, or you can stand up where you're at, and still be strong. tomorrow depends too much on today, and yesterday - all that gentleman is to you is gone, all you find out looking back, is the fact that both of us was wrong, both of us was wrong. you're talking right to me, but you really ain't saying a thang, you're pouring muddy water on me, trying to convince me it's rain, you're talking to me crazy, but you're trying to make me feel insane. you're like a sunday family, digging animals in a zoo, but while you're looking at monkeys, monkey's looking dead at you, two people getting done, trying to figure out who's doing who. if you're throwing dirt at people, you got to get some dirt on you, i got to take a tone of lies, just to get an ounce of truth from you, you're like a man loving jesus, that says he can't stand a jew. get on down and play the dozens, talk about four folks, from your mamma to your cousins, you down there, you know what i'm talking 'bout.
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Artist: bill withers