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This is the first scene of an actwith my own hands stuck in my backaround here, the puppet is the puppeteerand |
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I was down for the proverbial count |
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So what do you want from me( what do you want from me)another song about apathyheartbreak is a friend these daysbut |
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I couldn't care less thats what |
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I get paid to say |
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I am lost a lotbut you cant believe meand my stomach knotsbut you cant see thatwhoa(hey) |
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I cant find my waywhoa(hey) |
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I cant find itshould i say something sensational nowthis life comes with some doubtsda da da dem..... |
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And now my life has become a circusin the center ring |
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I'm a crying clownits a little too exciting on the trapezewhen your swing with your eyes glued to the groundand pain can be like a boomerangyou push it out it, comes back againheartbreak is a trend these days |
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I couldn't care less, |
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I've never been that trendy anyway |
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I am lost a lotbut you cant believe meand my stomach knotsbut you cant see thatwhoa(hey) |
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I cant find my waywhoa(hey) |
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I cant find itshould i say something sensational nowthis life comes with some doubtswe'll roll along thinking everything is wrongwatch our lives from afarbut looking back its not so badrealize what you've been missingda da da dem....whoa(hey) |
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I cant find my waywhoa(hey) |
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I cant find my waywhoa(hey) |
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I cant find my wayda da da dem......da da da |
