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Running late, hit my head on the coffee table |
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And then I run out of gas |
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I heard the count but ended up in the middle of nowhere |
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And someone stole all my cash |
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Guess, guess |
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Oh what a tangled web by weave |
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I've got no tricks left up my sleeves |
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I've tossed my head into the rain |
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I've got it bad |
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You've got it even worse now |
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Let's put our heads together |
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And reverse the curse |
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All dressed up but slipped into the muddy water |
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This day just ain't going right |
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Bottom vices always need be strict to crisis |
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That's my so called life, life, life |
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Oh what a tangled web I weave |
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I've got no tricks left up my sleeves |
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I've tossed my head to the rain |
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I've got it bad |
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You've got it even worse now |
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Let's put our heads together |
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And reverse the curse |
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I'm all out of luck |
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Or is it running out of me |
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I'm all, all screwed up |
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But there's no place I'd rather be |
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Well I've got it bad |
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You've got it even worse now |
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Let's put our heads together |
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And reverse the curse |
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Oh, I've got it good (I've got it good now) |
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You even got it better |
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Baby we put our heads together |
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And reverse the curse |
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Yes we reverse the curse |
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Of my so called life |
