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Well I just washed my car and I think it's gonna rain |
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I'm not gonna quiver or complain |
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and I just smashed my hand on it's stupid metal frame |
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that's enough to drive us all insane. |
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Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right |
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there's always a thorn in my side and it's not right |
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so complicated we're tired and unpaid |
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tough to admit it accept it not my day. |
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And now i'm just a target |
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I'd bridge to word it so i'm just standing where I just |
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don't know, I know i'm not for you |
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and I should be asking how |
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should I stay asleep, or brave it now. |
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Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right |
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always a thorn in my side and it's not right |
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so complicated we're tired and unpaid |
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it's tough to admit it, accept it not my day. |
