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Black Sabbath - Paranoid



Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time

All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me?
are you for my brain,
Oh yeah

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
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