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Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight |
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Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance |
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Like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance |
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And I claim |
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I'm not excited with my life any more |
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So I blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it's myself |
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And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where |
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I amWhen I finally get it figured out, |
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I've changed the whole damn plan |
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Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight |
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Oh, noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight |
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Talking shit about a pretty sunset |
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Blanketing opinions that |
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I'll probably regret soon |
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Changed my mind so much |
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I can't even trust it |
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My mind changed me so much |
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I can't even trust myself |