Lately I¡¯ve heard this song, you see,
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And it will not let me be.
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It¡¯s a measure or two with a hell of a groove
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But a lot of simplicity.
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It¡¯s the kind of a song you want to write for your mom
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It¡¯s the kind of a song that makes you hum for a while
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It¡¯s the kind of a song that¡¯s kind of stupid and dumb.
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Just another tarnished diamond for the pile.
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And here I am, smashing square pegs into round holes.
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Here I am, weakening the whole.
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Square pegs, we¡¯ll knock all their blocks off this time
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With a hell of a melody rhyme,
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Always keeping in mind that I¡¯m
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As square as they come, well that¡¯s fine.
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I¡¯ll spend all my money and time
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Spinning wheels on an incline.
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Staying inside has got me doubting my mind
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And doing battle with phantoms again.
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In the form of some notes,
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I think a musical ghost
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Is digging dead melodies from my head.
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I should be out in the sun, I should be having some fun.
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I should be drinking some beer, I should be reading somewhere.
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I should be seeing my wife instead of wasting my nights
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And from all that I hear I should be getting my hair cut
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But here I am, with 53 chords and broken horn lines.
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But here I am, losing my mind.
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Square pegs, we¡¯ll knock all their blocks off this time
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With a hell of a melody rhyme,
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Always keeping in mind that I¡¯m
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As square as they come, well that¡¯s fine.
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I¡¯ll spend all my money and time
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Spinning wheels on an incline.
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Square Pegs
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Pain (American Band) |