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Sometimes I feel Like a frustrated child I got everything I want And there's nothing that I need I can't stop my brain from running wild Running wild, from running wild My brain, my brain is running wild Sometimes I'm looking somewhere And I don't like what I see Seems like my soul is made of paper So I took a look outside myself Trying to get myself together Things have changed, now I find I've just been messing, messing up my mind So now my troubles are all over And I'm pleased to find That I was right and they were wrong I have messed up my mind You see those colors, hear those voices