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I'm not really on a hustle |
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But I must admit I still enjoy the grind |
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Now traffic doesn't bother me at all |
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'Cause for once I'm not racing time |
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[Chorus] |
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Questions I used to ask myself |
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Answers I needed now |
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Problems seem so unsolveable |
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But nothing much bothers me now |
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Nothing bothers me at all |
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I'm falling down again |
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But it seems this time I can't break my fall |
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But if I hurt myself I'll put my band-aid on |
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And I'll fall, fall again |
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[Chorus] |
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Questions I used to ask myself |
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Answers I needed now |
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Problems seem so unsolveable |
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But nothing much bothers me now |
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Nothing bothers me at all |
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[Part Two:] |
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Nothing's perfect |
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But today is close as it will ever ever be |
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Making songs is hard when your happy |
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No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days |
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[Chorus 2] |
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But why should I be bothered at all |
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When everyday I have a ball |
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Why should I care what you think about my songs |
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Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all |
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Told my manager |
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I had nothing scandalous to say |
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Told my publi |
