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 "Basket Case"
 — by Green Day   This song brings back memories of my middle daughter, driving down the dusty road home, listening to this song on the radio, the two of us singing along, bopping on the seats of the car.  I'm sure those we passed in other cars for sure thought we were basket cases.  To us, we simply were being free, having fun, and enjoying time with each other.  The song held a shared secret between us       
Do you have the time to listen to me whineAbout nothing and everything all at once
 I am one of those
 Melodramatic fools
 Neurotic to the bone
 No doubt about it
 Sometimes I give myself the creeps
 Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
 It all keeps adding up
 I think I'm cracking up
 
 Am I just paranoid ?
 I'm just stoned
 
 I went to a shrink
 To analyze my dreams
 She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
 I went to a whore
 He said my life's a bore
 And quit my whining cause it's bringing her down
 
 Grasping to control
 So you better hold on
 
 Sometimes I give myself the creeps
 Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
 It all keeps adding up
 I think I'm cracking up
 
 Am I just paranoid?
 I'm just stoned
 I'm just stoned
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