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I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' to myself more Needle, fatal Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah And you see that synthetic therapy Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing But, oh what a feeling And I wish that you would stop spitting When you're talking to me And inside, air dry I might want to go another way, oh yeah But you see now I'm too pale to get out Into the lovely light of day, hey Oh, I'll do anything that you say Oh, I'll do anything that you say But I wish you would stop spitting When you're talking to me, me I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more I'm talking to myself more One, five, one Man to man Stand to stand Two, five Talkin' to myself