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I'm just tryin' to get something started. |
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Been so low and so downhearted. |
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Haven't seen my friends in awhile |
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and I never laugh and hardly ever smile. |
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It's a deep-seeded knee-jerk reaction. |
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Without fail the same course of action. |
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And it's the truth but it's always sugar-coated. |
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And the starting gun is ever loaded. |
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I take it too hard, I take it to heart. |
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What kind of world? What kind of world? |
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You take me apart before I can start. |
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What kind of world? |
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I'm still trying to figure something out. |
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I shoot 'em down and I shut them out. |
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All my efforts just ricochet |
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off these walls that are put in my way. |
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And every word like a stray bullet. |
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Put my finger on the trigger and pull it. |
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I take it too hard, I take it to heart. |
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What kind of world? What kind of world? |
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You take me apart before I can start. |
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What kind of world? |
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I take it too hard, I take it to heart. |
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What kind of world? What kind of world? |
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You take me apart before I can ... |
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And I've looked without luck for the cure. |
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It's a condition that responds behavior |
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A symbol of appreciation. |
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It's a member full of motivation |
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So looked over, so underrated. |
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Every move proves to be ill fated. |
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Never stray. Always stay in focus. |
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When every gesture goes unnoticed. |
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I take it too hard, I take it to heart. |
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What kind of world? What kind of world? |
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You take me apart before I can start. |
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What kind of world? |
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I take it too hard, I take it to heart. |
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What kind of world? What kind of world? |
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You take me apart before I can start. |
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What kind of world? |
