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Why is there a missing piece in everyone I know? |
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I never have the right parts to make them work out right |
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So they go on with their temperamental lives off track |
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Such a half-assed mechanic |
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I can't even fix myself |
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If you tip it over on its side, crack it open |
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Then maybe you will find out why |
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Look at all the wires that are twisted |
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Do they make just a little sense to you? |
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Maybe if you're smart |
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You can figure out the problem and solder it lightly |
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But then it just might break again |
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And you will be back here pulling out your hair |
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Why is there a missing piece in everyone I know? |
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I never have the right parts to make them work out right |
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So they go on with their temperamental lives off track |
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Such a half-assed mechanic |
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I can't even fix myself |
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I'll keep on stressing out |
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If I don't distract myself |
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With something else |
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If I don't take a break |
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It feels like a little game |
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Picking at your brain just to get some sort of clue |
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I finally think I understand |
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And then you surprise me and throw me for a loop |
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You put me back to square one |
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I have to rethink my hypothesis again |
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And if I do it 20 times |
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Whose to say I will find an answer for you |
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Why is there a missing piece in everyone I know? |
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I never have the right parts to make them work out right |
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So they go on with their temperamental lives off track |
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Such a half-assed mechanic |
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I can't even fix myself |
