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(Benson/Falkner) |
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My mother raise me single-handedly |
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In a Louisiana hell called |
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Harvey I never know what |
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I'm supposed to be |
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Turned over every rock for clues |
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Of what it is to be me |
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And I never know what's going on |
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But I'm blessed and |
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I guess And |
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I swim in the streets when it rains |
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And I've seen grown men act so insane |
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But now the weather has changed |
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But in my head the climate's still the same |
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I still feel pain each time |
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I hear my name |
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But I never know what's going on |
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But I'm blessed and |
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I guess And |
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I used to be so flattered |
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But now I just feel shattered |
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And I try not to think about it |
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My head's already clouded |
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And I have castanet fingers |
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And I sweat bullets when |
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I'm triggered |
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And I'd like to wind up with someone like her |
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And we'll live happily ever after |
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But it won't matter that |
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I'm a little scattered |
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And I never know what's going on |
