The OCD Blues
I got the blues baby.
I say, I got the blues, baby.
I got the blues in my mind.
I got the blues all the time,
Because I can't get this out of my mind.
OCD blues, baby.
A little peace and solace, I cannot find,
Because I can't get this out of my mind.
I got the obsessive blues.
I got compulsion down to the roots.
I got clouds up in my sky.
It's about to rain,
And I can't get this out of my brain.
OCD blues, baby.
I feel like, maybe, I am going insane,
Because I can't get this out of my brain.
You can feel free to walk away.
I will silently waste.
Whether it's something you heard
Or something you said,
I just can't get this out of my head.
OCD blues, baby.
And sometimes I think that I'm better off dead,
Because I can't get this out of my head.
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