I wish I could wash my mind
Like I wash my hands
My hands get all kinds of things on them
And it usually just washes right off
Yet my mind.... my mind...
Things crawl in there and take up residence
Sometimes welcome
Sometimes not
And it seems that the unwelcomed are those
That put their feet up on the furniture
And stay a while
Like I wash my hands
My hands get all kinds of things on them
And it usually just washes right off
Yet my mind.... my mind...
Things crawl in there and take up residence
Sometimes welcome
Sometimes not
And it seems that the unwelcomed are those
That put their feet up on the furniture
And stay a while
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