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I was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself. Call me a prophet of doom, I could think of nothing else. I found a freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf. I thought Ill give it a look, would it hurt or would it help? Freudiana, do you want to be somebody? Freudiana, do you want to change the world? I met the wolfman and the ratman, anna-o and little hans. They were walking on a tightrope, I never thought they had a chance. And then a hand reached out to hold them just before they tumbled down. But I was standing in a quicksand and I could not feel the ground. Freudiana, do you want to be somebody? Freudiana, do you want to change the world? I look back and try to find the part of me I dont know. I wont stop till I see the truth. theres such a long way to go. I saw a picture of a stranger but I dont understand. He had a ring around his finger and something burning in his hand. And I wanted him
