He got up this morning
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Rolled out of bed
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And went out to change the world
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Her head on his shoulder
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he settles her down
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It all started over and over again
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His mom made him breakfast
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Gets on the bus goes out to see the world
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He lies on the ground, wipes blood from his nose
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Wonders why he뭩 the one that doesn뭪 fit in
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[chorus]
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The pictures he drew
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But if only they told him
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You뭨e never gonna be like anyone
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And that뭩 okay
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Give in to you뭨e feelings
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Don뭪 give in to the ones that will own ya
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Sometimes they just don뭪 go away
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Six double martinis, a night on the town
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it sure makes the mornings long
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He never imagined a life time lie this would be
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The only thing to let him get in
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He gets up
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He falls down
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Wishes he could get the nerve to end it all now
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He picks up the phone
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And he slams it down
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And swallows another
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Now he뭠l never come around
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It뭩 all or none
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It뭩 one for one
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You can make it
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But you gotta do it all for you뭨e self
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Pictures He Drew
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| Bowling For Soup |
