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Three men chat in my head,
Happy blissfully, charming seductively, sad with pain, And I must admit all this chatting is driving me insane, What to do, what to say, they each must have their own way, How do I keep these nagging voices to stay away, My head spins round and round, But they turn it all upside down. But at least they gave me a chance to escape from reality. These men won’t stop chat-chat-chatting in my head! They started to haunt me in my sleep, They've burried themselves too deep, So I looked for other ways, Once tried to leave my mind, And how surprised I was to find, How easily it slipped away. These same three men still chat in my head I don’t remember a word said, But the three men still keep chattering away, And they don’t listen to what I have to say. But I still want to talk with them all day, So please go away, I’ve realized life is just a quilt of dreams… And my patch is torn at the seams.
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