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I'm a very very complex person

I try to improve but you see how I worsen

I'll do anything to make you adore me,

or deplore me, but never ignore me



I got senses that I cannot control

My stomach's like a bottomless hole

My desires command me like a slave

I'm a knave, I can hardly behave



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I'm a peacenik but I'm going off to war,

I couldn't even tell you what I'm really fighting for.

It seems right; at least it doesn't seem wrong

I'm a mixed-up, fucked-up singer of a song



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I refuse to keep a gun in my purse

Imagine if I was feeling perverse

The builders and the workers when they whistle and they shout

I'd like to give them something to shout at me about



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I'm a very very complex person

I'm a very very complex person



Anyway I got a plan to give it all away

I won't need a suitcase on judgment day

I'm a very very complex person...