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Manic Depressionīs touching my soul,
I know what I want,
but I just donīt know how to go about getting it.
Feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my finger, fingers
Manic Depressionīs captured my soul.
Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you break love,
itīs-a all the same when itīs...
when itīs over.
Music sweet music,
I wish I could caress, caress, caress.
Manic Depressionīs a frustrating mess.
Well, I think Iīll go turn myself off anī go on down.
Really ainīt no use me hanging around.
Oh, I gotta see you.