Hello there, don't hang up
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Before you get any ideas
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I know that I was a, a pain in the ass out of fear
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Of princes 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 cryin over somethin 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 hangin 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 singin the blues, that ain't really blues
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They're just bad excuses
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Some bad excuses
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Oh, oh, oh
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It takes over
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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 I drop
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Well I'm poppin this little bubble
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And lovin the sound
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And I, I been around the world
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And seen a lot of smiles from folks with nothin
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You won't find me cryin over somethin 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 hangin 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 singin the blues, that ain't really blues
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They're just bad excuses
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Some bad excuses
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Oooooh, yea!
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Oh, ah, oh, yea
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You won't find me cryin over somethin dumb
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And overreacting won't keep you young
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Everybody loves the drama sometimes
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Well I'll be changing my ways, cause I'm over it
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You won't find me cryin over somethin dumb, no!
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I've got too much to live for
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Cause hangin on to yesterdays ain't no fun
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Oh, no, nooooo
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Cause, well I'm tired of singin the blues, that ain't really blues
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They're just bad, bad excuses
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Well I'm tired of singin the blues, that ain't really blues
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They're just bad excuses
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No, oh, no
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Just bad excuses
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With no uses
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Some bad bad excuses
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I got too much to live for
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Too Much To Live For
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| Lucy Woodward |
