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  1. OCD

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Here we are my friend, taking refuge in the car again,
Fifty million volts is really not a joke, so til lightning’s gone, here we’re safe from harm

Oh, Oh, OCD, has got a hold on me
Oh, Oh, OCD, it's high anxiety
Woe Woe Woe is me,
I wish I were free of OCD

On the button, on the door
On the handle, on the floor
Micro organisms always lurk

When I leave the house
A mask and gloves are de rigueur
It is just another phobic quirk, of.

Oh, Oh, OCD, there's something wrong with me
Oh, Oh, OCD, I need some therapy
Woe Woe Woe is me,
OCD has got a hold on me

Did I leave the oven on?
Oh my God I’m such a wreck,
I should turn around go back and check.

There are many lines
On which I must not step.
Close attention I must pay
I haven’t touched one yet.

(solo)

On the button, on the door
On the handle, on the floor
There might be a germ that I could get

So many, many lines
On which I must not step.
Close attention I must pay
I haven’t touched one yet.

Oh, Oh, OCD, someday I will be free
Oh, Oh, OCD, well I won't be a slave
For days I might not bathe
No more OCDeee

I’ll leave doors unlocked
And when I take a walk
I’ll step on every line… or not.

I will throw my stash
Of odds socks in the trash
Or maybe I’ll wear socks that do not match.

Then of OCD I will be free at last... Free at last