Tytuł: Problems

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Too many problems
  Oh why am I here
  I don't need to be me
  'Cos you're all too clear
  Well I can see
  There's something wrong with you
  But what do you excepth me to do?
  At least I gotta know what I wanna be
  Don't come to me if you need pitty
  Are you lonely you got no one
  You get your body in suspension
  That's no problem problem
  Problem the problem is you
  
  Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
  You don't do what you want
  Then you'll fade away
  You won't find me working
  Nine to five
  It's too much fun a being alive
  I'm using my feet for my human machine
  You wan't find me living for the screen
  Are you lonely all your needs catered
  You got your brains dehydrated
  
  Problem problem
  Problem the problems is you
  What you gonna do
  
  Problem problem
  Problem the problems is you
  What you gonna do with your problem
  
  In a death trip I ain't automatic
  You won't find me just staying static
  Don't give me any orders
  For people like me
  There is no order
  
  Bet you thought you had it all worked out
  Bet you thought you knew what I was about
  Bet you thought you'd
  Solved all your problems
  But you are the problem
  
  Problem problem
  Problem the problem is you
  What you gonna do with your problem
  I'll leave it to you
  Problem their problem is you
  You got a problem
  Oh what you gonna do
  
  They know a doctor
  Gonna take you away
  They take you away
  And throw away the key
  They don't want you
  And they don't want me
  You got a problem
  The problem is you
  Problem the problem is you
  What you gonna do
  Problem problem problem
  
  Problem problem problem
  Problem problem problem
  Problem problem problem