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Somebody’s tapping this line Someone is following me Where did you go last night Why do you torture me You were taking lessons on how to lose my mind Now we all know what you were hoping find How could they know that you would classify me Sedate me and medicate me so that I will agree I took a test that would tell me who I’m supposed to be Easy to be the author when you make up my mind for me Comb over You used to be a temptation Now you hold up a sign on the offramp intersection I will grow roses for you Will you play bingo for me Now somebody’s tapped this line Someone is following me Where did you go last night Why do you torture me Now the words of the gardeners Were the words of our mothers Now you must pay attention to the woman in tears Comb over What’s the point in laughing when the joke is on you I am the virus koo koo kachoo Secrets were meant to be kept for the grave And share them with lovers and become their slaves Covering spaces in wide open places And decorating graves and making us slaves Comb over