(Benson)
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A balloon to your lips
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And held between your fingertips
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But soon it slips your grip and whips
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Around the room
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Spitting its fumes
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Just like me
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Ain't it just like me?
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And hate, so filled with hate
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So bad some days I can't see straight
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So sad, sometimes I can relate
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I'm high and I'm low
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Baby you know
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It's just like me
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Ain't it just like me?
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So help me break this trend
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'Cause here I go again
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Help me find my way back
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I'm not making any contact
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And everything goes black and I get slack
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All I've got to say:
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Ain't it just like me?
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Ain't it just like me?
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White, bright white
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You're fading almost out of sight
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All is calm and all is bright
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But I don't feel right
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I don't feel right
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And ain't that just like me?
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So help me break this trend
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'Cause here I go again
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Help me find my way back
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I'm not making any contact
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Ain't it just like me?
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Ain't that just like me?
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Ain't it just like me?
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Ain't that just like me?
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Just Like Me
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| Brendan Benson |
