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Hello there, don't hand up before you get any ideas |
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I know that |
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I was a, a pain in the ass, out of fear |
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A princess with tiny troubles weighing me down |
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And oh, I've wasted so much time |
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With these stupid thoughts on my mind |
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You won't find me crying over something dumb |
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No, no, no, |
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I've got too much to live for' |
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Cause hanging on to yesterdays ain't no fun |
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No, no, no, |
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I got too much to live for' |
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Cause I'm tired of singing the blues |
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That ain't really blues, they're just bad excuses |
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Some bad excuses, oh, oh, oh |
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It takes over, it gets bigger |
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Consumes my every inner thought |
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Anxiety attacks me |
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Neurotic fit and then |
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I dropBut |
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I'm popping this little bubble |
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And loving the sound |
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And I, I've been around the world |
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And seen a lot of smiles from folks with nothing |
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You won't find me crying over something dumb |
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No, no, no, |
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I've got too much to live for' |
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Cause hanging on to yesterdays ain't no fun |
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No, no, no, |
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I've got too much to live for' |
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Cause I'm tired of singing the blues |
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That ain't really blues, they're just bad excuses |
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Some bad excuses, ooh |
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You won't find me crying over something dumb |
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No, no, no |
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And over reacting won't keep you young |
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Well, everybody loves the drama sometimes |
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Well, I'm changing my ways 'cause |
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I'm over it, over it |
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But I'm tired of singing the blues |
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That ain't really blues, they're just bad, bad excuses |
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I'm tired of singing the blues |
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Ain't really blues, they're just bad excuses, ooh, ooh |
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Some bad, bad excuses |
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No, no, no, uses, just some bad excuses |
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I got too much to live for |
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Too much to live for |
