[Verse 1]
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They say that lightning never strikes twice
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In the same spot when it's landed
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You ought to see the thundercloud I'm trapped in
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Head down looking for a tactic
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Trying to find a way up out the gravity around me
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I'm attached to stuck
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Floating on luck like a river raft was
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Spitting up love like it's ipecac
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If in fact there's a quicker path to diminish that
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I'ma get a first class ticket just to finish last
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Often, who's watching, chip another crooked ass tooth on my options
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The blues never had a use for its caution
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And cut right through me like a razor bladed harsh wind
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Yeah, I guess I'm living off a habit,
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And digging up graves just to reseal the casket
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Bold-faced, marching to the middle of the havoc
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Just so I can sing a song about it all
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Tragic
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[Hook]
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You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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You act like I don't know, you don't know
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I act like I've gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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But I don't really know
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[Verse 2]
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I don't know no more my brother, me and my blue sensitivities
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Look at all that this music has given me
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Intimately in tune with my misery
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I can spin bad news to a symphony
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I ain't a boy in a bubble, I'm a man in touch with my joy and my trouble
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Got a fighting chance at love in this ugliness,
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I think hope deserves to know what she's up against
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Blues and 12s I write 24s, life's twice as hard, fighting with the cards
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Those chosen the moment we were born
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Highs and lows, joys and woes, they're yours
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Chase the blues and one day you're gonna catch them
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Sing em all you want, you gonna wish you never met them
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Humming the ballad of the paper-thin jacket
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Trapped in the rain again
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Tragic
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[Hook]
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You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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You act like I don't know, you don't know
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I act like I've gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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But I don't really know
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[Verse 3]
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I don't know what the deal is,
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But lately I've been looking through a thick glass
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Squinting just to see the smidgen of the kickbacks
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My little ticker only flickers with a mishap
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And lashes out at me every time that I admit that
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Look at what I did with the ashes,
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Smoking in the boy's room, ditching out of classes
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Hands full of shattered stained glass with a grasp tight around it
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Just enough to make a couple wounds last
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As scars, medals, rose pedals,
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Scattered on the path like it's Hansel and Gretel
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Burn from the water I splash from the kettle
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In efforts to make a documentation of what I went through
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Hell, I guess I'm playing from the attic,
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Pulling up the floorboards, digging up the hatchet
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Firm footed, standing in the middle of the static
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Just so I can sing a song about it all
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Tragic
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[Hook]
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You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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You act like I don't know, you don't know
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I act like I've gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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But I don't really know
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Tragic
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| Grieves |
