Socrates ain¡¯t got nothing on me when it comes to overthinking
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Paranoid that¡¯s how I prefer to be into the ground I¡¯m sinking
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Then you call
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And you say
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To me in your ordinary way
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That you can¡¯t
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Help me out
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Of the ordinary
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Chorus:
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You¡¯re just like the London Sun man you¡¯re over and done with before you¡¯ve begun
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And I won¡¯t
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Be like the only one who would stand there and smile and try to be fun
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When I say
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Hey baby what went wrong we go back to beginnings the story¡¯s too long
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To be told
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Like you were the only one who ever got left in the dark by the London Sun
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Hurricanes are blowing out my brains but my eyes are calm and hollow
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Airplane stalls from the sky it falls you can read the news tomorrow
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Then you call
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And you say
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To me in your ordinary way
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That your life
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Has become
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Too fucking ordinary
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Chorus
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If you wanna leave
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It¡¯s alright
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I know what it¡¯s like
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To feel like
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Life is passing by
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When you are stuck in the place you're in
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Ordinary space you're in
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I¡¯m stuck at a nook in the place that I¡¯m stuck in with you
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Chorus (2x)
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By the London Sun (3x)
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By the London
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London Sun
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