Words and Music by Jimi Hendrix
Manic Depression’s touching my soul,
I know what I want,
but I just don't know how to go about getting it.
Feeling, sweet felling
drops from my finger, fingers
Manic Depression’s captured my soul.
Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you break love,
it's-a all the same when it’s…
when it’s over.
Music sweet music,
I wish I could caress, caress, caress.
Manic Depression’s a frustrating mess.
Well, I think I’ll go turn myself off an’ go on down.
Really ain’t no use me hangin’ around.
Oh, I gotta see you.
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