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From the highs to the lows
The mood always swings
The hell and the joy
Bi-pol-ar brings
The telephone rings – oh please go away
Ring me again on a less tragic day
The silence too quiet, the noise too loud
From under the covers I don’t feel proud
I need to go shopping get something to eat
Shops are too crowded, I can’s stand the heat
Leave me alone, to moan and to wallow
Let me curl up in this awful black hollow
Instrumental:
The sunshine is bright, what a beautiful day
I’m feeling fantastic, so happy and gay
I ring all my friends, this one and that
I’m on top of the world, and one for a chat
“I’ll never go off them , doctor!” I swore
but all of those pills, I need them no more
so much to do, so little time
I flutter around without reason or rhyme
I’ve got to go shopping, so much to buy
Screw all the bills, the limit’s the sky
My brain keeps on racing, mind overload
If I can’t stop this thinking, my head will implode
For a day or a month or even a year
Whether I’m down or up, the other is near
From the highs to the lows, the mood always swings
The hell and the joy bipolar brings.
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