2 X 4 - 2002 Digital Remaster / 24-Bit Mastering

I'm talkin'
 I'm talkin'
 I'm talkin' to myself more
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 Needle, fatal
 Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah
 And you see that synthetic therapy
 Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing
 But, oh what a feeling
 And I wish that you would stop spitting
 When you're talking to me
 And inside, air dry
 I might want to go another way, oh yeah
 But you see now I'm too pale to get out
 Into the lovely light of day, hey
 Oh, I'll do anything that you say
 Oh, I'll do anything that you say
 
 But I wish you would stop spitting
 When you're talking to me, me
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 I'm talking to myself more
 One, five, one
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 Man to man
 Stand to stand
 Two, five
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 Talkin' to myself