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Your eye on the bottle, |
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That you had on the shelf. |
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All but forgotten, |
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How to cast these spells. |
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It happens too often, |
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I get overwhelmed. |
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I'm high on a mountain, |
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To down in the skids. |
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I have a theory for what this is, |
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I can't be that way again. |
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It may be the fashion, |
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It may be the rage. |
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I guess when I'm laughin' |
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I'm showin' my age. |
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Attempt at compassion, |
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By breakin' my gaze. |
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I'm silently countin' |
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Backward from ten, |
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Tryin' not laugh out loud again, |
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Sorry about that friend. |
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It isn't the nation, |
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So much as it's you. |
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You keep on pretending like you're, |
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You're still twenty-two. |
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If you're at the height of it, then the, |
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Then the bottom will do. |
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It may sound defeatist, |
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But it's never been. |
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I have to be happy in my own skin, |
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I'm happy to not fit in. |
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I'm happy to not fit in. |
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I'm happy to not fit in |
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I'm happy to not fit in. |
