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Letras:April Smith and the Great Picture Show. Bright White Jackets.

They've called the doctors
Today's the day
I've lost it finally
And they're putting me away
I'm sure I won't be quite the same
So before I go
I wanted, oh, I wanted you to know

That a million men in their bright white jackets
Could never erase you from my mind
But when they bring me back to you
And tell you that I'm shiny new
The girl that you see
May not be me behind these eyes
Anymore

I've never loved another
As I've loved you and do still
But I wonder when they're through with me
I wonder if I will
So remember things I've said to you
And say them back to me
And maybe you can rescue me from lunacy

And let million men in their bright white jackets
Try to erase you from my mind
But when they bring me back to you
And tell you that I'm shiny new
The girl that you see
May not be me behind theses eyes anymore

Oh, they're making me
They're making me
Take these awful pills
Assuring me they're curing me
Of all my evil ills
They say they're saving me
They're saving me
So they'll have me think
I was fine before they got to me
But now I'm on the brink
Of utter madness

They've called the doctors
Today's the day
I've lost it finally
And they're putting me away
They tried to steal my thoughts
And all my memories of you
But I clung tight to them
Because I always knew

That a million men in their bright white jackets
Could never erase you from my mind
But when they bring me back to you
And tell you that I'm shiny new
The girl that you see may not be me