Thirtysomething

I am married, I have a mistress
I should be happy, but I'm in distress
Two small children that I dote on
I should be straight but I use cocaine
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And I can't cope any more
A good position in a company
I should be rich but I seem to have no money
I work out daily, I don't eat starches
I should be fit, but I've got fallen arches
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Watch me go down the road
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Sometimes I think I'll explode
I practice yoga and meditation
I should be clam, but my brain is racing
I've even tried talking to Jesus
But we decided there's no love lost between us
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And I scare myself to death
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I have a tight feeling in my chest
Where is my large automobile?
Where is my condo in Florida?
Where is my six figure bank account?
Where is my large inheritance?
Where is my remote control?
Where is
What is wrong? I need some answers
My life seems full of disaster
I need a break, I need a transplant
I'm 30 something and I've got it bad
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And I'm running out of control
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And I don't know any more