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I try so hard to be good |
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I get these bad ides |
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I try so hard to be good |
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It doesn't always work out |
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It doesn't always work out |
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But I try... |
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To feel the sunlight on my eyes |
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Shake off the shadows |
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That were following me around |
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It's very nice you know and quite a lot to take in |
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To feel the sunlight and start growing again |
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I taught myself to push it away |
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I was watching, watching you do it to me |
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I taught myself to throw it away |
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And you get used to being happyyou get used to it, used to it, used to it... |
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I like to thing about the clouds... |
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How they are moving |
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Sometimes it's nice to stay home... |
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When everybody goes out |
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It's nice and quiet when they call it's so loud |
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I don't understand |
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I shuffle cool across the boulevard |
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My feet move steady, my shoes go up and down |
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I'm always late you know... |
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Late and never ready |
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I keep it steady though |
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When I get tight and all up right |
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I taught myself to push it away |
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I was watching, watching you do it to me |
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I taught myself to throw it away |
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And you get used to being happyyou get used to it, used to it, used to it... |
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Make no mistake to be user don't mean loser |
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Witty and cruel they are so easy to confuse |
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You'll learn eventually or... |
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Eventually you'll lose it... |
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Eventually you'll lose it... |
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Get used to it... |
