In My Mind I Was Always A Ballerina.
I Would Spin Around All Day Long
Sometimes I Stopped,
Only To Think That With Me,
There Is Something Wrong.
So I Went To The Doctor To Check Him Out.
Wait I Mean For Him To Check Me Out,
That's Still Wrong.
I Went To The Doctor For Him To Check On My Brain
To See If It Work, And What Was The Cause Of All My Pain.
He Said I Was Special,
Not Sound In The Mind.
But I Feel Fine,
I Like Spinning All The Time.

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