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(Music: P. Craddick & D. Ott. Lyrics: T. Leonard) |
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Cornered again, i've backed my self in and i'm fresh out of time |
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Too much to deal with lately i feel like i'm juggling knives |
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I'm predisposed to be composed |
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But not of late and no time soon |
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My list it grows by rows and rows |
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And leads me to an early tomb |
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Light in my eyes, i'm paralyzed |
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I've had all i can take |
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If we get one more drop of rain |
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This levy's gonna break |
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I've arranged my priorities |
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Conversely to what i need |
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In haste i grab a plate |
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And fill it with things i hate |
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Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time |
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Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knives |
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I'm burning midnight oil or wicks but at both ends |
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And now the choice is juggling nine or dropping ten |
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Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time |
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Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knive |
