I've been through enough to know I've seen enough,
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I'm done acting brave, I'm done acting tough,
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'Cause getting tripped up every step provokes this change in mood,
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And I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired,
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And my 5 a.m.'s why am I so wired,
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I've walked a million miles pacing corners of this room,
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And oh the chase, I'll be in the lead but I'll blow the race,
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I couldn't trust in love,
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Push will come to shove and wipe that smile off your face,
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My frustrated hands can't untangle this,
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I'm waiting for the flipside of this world,
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My frustrated hands hold this beautiful mess,
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And I'm laying on the ground,
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Without a sound I'm spinning around again,
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And what works for you won't work for me,
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These bumper sticker philosophies,
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Your clich¨Ïs and your theories that you're never gonna prove,
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What can go wrong it will go wrong,
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That's the reason why I wrote this song,
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I'm running up the white flag because we know who's gonna lose,
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And oh it's the taste, it's that bitter sweet It's your sour face,
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You couldn't trust in love,
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Push will come to shove and wipe that smile off your face,
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My frustrated hands can't untangle this,
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I'm waiting for the flipside of this world,
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My frustrated hands hold this beautiful mess,
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And I'm laying on the ground,
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Without a sound I'm spinning around again,
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And it tears me to pieces every time I fall,
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And it tears me to pieces again,
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I am so inspired by the uninspired,
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'Cause what they've got you know I don't desire,
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Running out the front door with the two finger solute,
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My frustrated hands can't untangle this,
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I'm waiting for the flipside of this world,
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My frustrated hands hold this beautiful mess,
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And I'm laying on the ground,
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Without a sound I'm spinning around again,
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We're spinning around again
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Tangled
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Big 10-4 |