While your thinking, thinking,thinking up a storm in you,
All the things your thinking are they false
are they true, You know the dipsydoodle rag,
it tells no lie, But all the time your thinking,
well your tricking your mind.
Well the devil’s standing tall on the top of the hill,
Pointing down his fork and betraying your will,
You gotta make decisions whether old or new,
Then god comes from the heavens
and he’ll say to you....
You will you won’t, You do you don’t,
You’re saying you will but you know you won’t,
You may you might, Your chest gets tight.
You say you love day but you come out at night...
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