Who would’ve guessed,
They think I’m possessed.
From the ward, I got released,
For them now to call a priest.

What’s wrong with me?

East is east,
And West is west.
But there’s nothing cultural about it.
I’m just depressed.

But once again,
Who would’ve guessed.
They think I’m possessed.
I was just a little stressed,
How did I get in this mess.

West is west,
And east is east.
I have an illness.
Please don’t call a priest.

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