Amateur Transplants - Psychiatry Lyrics
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    You just can't go to sleep until you've cleaned the kitchen
    And then you spend an hour locking every door
    Everything you own is in alphabetical order
    You're terrified of germs and scrub your hands red raw

    But now you've come for help and I shall be your saviour
    'Cause I have got a name for your irrational behaviour
    OCD, OCD, OCD, you have OCD
    Did you turn the gas off?
    Maybe you should go and see


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