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Me and my big ideas |
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Won't wash away your tears |
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No one else seems to mind |
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That I'm not that kind |
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Go get a volunteer |
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We'll pay him well, my dear |
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He will see inside your mind |
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Because he is that kind |
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It's a southern kind of heat |
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The shadows crack and start to creep |
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Conversation drags its feet |
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I wish we'd both been more discreet |
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Like light that's caught between night and day |
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You're stuck between me and my |
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Me and my big ideas |
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Won't wash away your tears |
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So many strings to your bow |
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Why not let one go? |
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Well, they love you when you're weak |
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Bet they hate to see this winning streak |
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It's that thing we call control |
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There's a deep frustration in my soul |
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Black thoughts, they get stuck between someone's ears |
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Like me and my big ideas |
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So many strings to your bow |
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Why not let one go? |
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In a way, this dream is over |
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Blown away our four leaf clover |
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There's no reason why |
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There's just me and my |
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Me and my big ideas |
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Won't wash away your tears |
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No one else seems to mind |
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That I'm not that kind |
