FREUDIANA
(ERIC WOOLFSON)
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 I'll 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 don't know.
I won't stop till I see the truth. There's such a long way to go.
I saw a picture of a stranger but I don't understand.
He had a ring around his finger and something burning in his hand.
And I wanted him to teach me and I needed to believe.
But the shadows that he threw me were intended to deceive.
Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?
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