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Даша Зюзинская Insane song

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Scars, scars, we’ve grown
So fragile, skin and bone
So hypersensitive we live!
One lustful glance
One fleeting chance
And hearts are breaking, hearts that give!
We run to shrinks
To cry, complain
Repeat the pain
Instead of life that simply blinks!

Your daddy says
Back in our days
In our time
We knew the ways
No shrinks were there
We turned out sane
And guess what?
We turned out fine
We turned out normal
That same old line
But you, you know
It’s all insane
No one turned out sane!
No one turned out sane!

Your love for mom and dad
Is mixed, it hurts so bad
Ambivalence you can’t defend
They saw you fail
They heard your wail
They watched your weakness to the end
But still they’re blood
Your root, your thread
And all your flaws you now have spread
Before a stranger’s face in mud
A therapist!
They love your money, not your gist

Your mama says
She’s Leo star
You doubt the charts
But they reach far
Her need to rule
Has shaped your brain
She claims We grew
Up strong and bright
Without the shrinks
We did all right
But you, you know
It’s all insane
No one turned out sane!
No one turned out sane

It turns, you’re just a gentle girl
Too soft to face the grown-up world
In adult life you stand too weak
A shove, a loss
A friendly cross
You’re rushing therapy each week
You moan, complain
Repeat the same
While others always take the blame
And call themselves the pure, the sane
But therapists
Tell other clients all your twists

Your buddies laugh
Your buddies laugh
They work the steel
They work the steel
We pull our shifts
We pull our shifts
That is the deal
That is the deal
We don’t need docs
To cure the pain
We drink, we sleep
We call it night
We’re strong, we heal
We feel all right
But you, you know
It’s all insane
Not one of us is sane!
No one turned out sane!

Another website — a captcha gate
Makes you prove and validate
That you’re a human — not a bot
But are you one? Perhaps you’re not
Scars, scars, scars
We’re all afflicted, wearing scars
By this
By this
Damn life!
Damn life!
Mama, please — this endless strife
Just birth me back!
They all insist — you know
They’re doing fine, they’re strong, so sane!
But you, you know
No one turned out sane!
No one turned out sane!

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