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This situation's killing me |
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It's got me right under the thumb |
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I don't know where |
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I want to be |
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This doesn't make no sense at all |
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You're quoting every single line |
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I spoke too much but |
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I was old before my time, you told me |
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I want my life to make more sense |
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I want my life to make amends |
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I want my life to make more sense to me |
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This road is crooked cracked and wrong |
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They got the odds staked nice and high |
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I don't know how they get along |
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Me, I internalize |
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I can imagine what they'd say |
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Given the choice if |
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I could stay or walk away, |
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I'm walking |
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You see I want my life to make more sense |
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I want my life to make amends |
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I want my life to make more sense to me |
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I want my life to make more sense |
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I want my life to make more sense to me |
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So let me take you by the hand |
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And lead you through this troubled mind |
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You said yourself you had a plan |
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To get us all back to the line |
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We talk about it everyday |
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But we keep forgetting what it was we came to say |
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Now don't we |
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You see I want my life to make more sense |
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I want my life to make amends |
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I want my life to make more sense to me |
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My life to make amends |
