i was sucking on the sorry sights
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and i was watching out for things that bite
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i was tripping on my own two feet
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and i was feeling like i got on sleep
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and my thoughts were getting unrestrained
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and i was looking like a Ichabod Crane
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i was looking for some serious fun
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cause a bad excuse is better than none
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then it hits me
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yeah it hits me
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i gotta just get through it
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and i'll be fine
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i gotta just get through these
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changing times
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i was paranoid about the signs
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they say it's just a dangerous time
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i don't answer i just decompose
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cause i'm running with a painted rose
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i don't relate to the things they say
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and i don't want to be like them today
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i know it's useless dumb and it's crass
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but i guess i'm just a real outcast
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then it hits me
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yeah it hits me
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i gotta just get through it
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and i'll be fine
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i gotta just get through these
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changing times
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gotta just get through it
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gotta just get through it
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you could talk me into bitter sweet
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you could grab me off the bright night street
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you gotta keep it really tight and warm
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you gotta keep me laughing in the storm
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well the roads are feeling hollow and steep
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and i want to sew what i reap
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i keep forgetting what i just forgot
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i don't know if i'm ready or not
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then it hits me
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yeah it hits me
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i gotta just get through it
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and i'll be fine
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i gotta just get through these
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changing times
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i gotta just get through it
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i gotta just get through these
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changing times
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Hits Me
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