Oh now you've got problems.
It's plain as day to see.
Your love is like bad medicine.
It brings the world to it's knees.
Ain't no cure for your disease.
Oh now I've got my problems.
It's plain as day any old fool can see.
That my lack of empathy.
Has everyone running from me.
Everyone has their problems.
Just like you and me.
Without problems what kind of world would this be?
Without problems what would bring us to our knees?
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