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I'm a mess |
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Even at my best |
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I'm dismantling my chances |
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Even as I win |
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A bunch |
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I got tripwires to finesse |
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I'm a mess |
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Now I ain't right |
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If there's a test tonight |
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I will ask for an extension |
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As I slide my desk |
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A bit |
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Toward the conman dressed in white |
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I ain't right |
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In fact it's messier still |
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That mess is a hook that drags me along |
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And now that mess has an entourage |
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All dressed in dungarees |
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What went wrong? |
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I confess |
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And like a chess piece, yes |
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I have rolled under your piano |
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That you don't play |
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A lot |
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But I'm sorry, I digress |
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I'm a mess |
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So let me out |
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Don't want to be your mouse |
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I want to find a softer spot |
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For my crash landing |
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Not much to talk about |
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Let me out |
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In fact it's messier still |
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That mess on the loose and leading the mob |
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They march with pitchforks and torches now |
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They have your old ID disavow |
