Running late, hit my head on the coffee table
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Then I ran out of gas
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I hailed a cab but ended up in the middle of nowhere
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And someone stole all my cash
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Guess,guess
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Oh what a tangled web i weeved
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I've got no tricks that left on my sleeves
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I've tossed my hat into the rain
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I've got it bad
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You've got it even worse now
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Let's put our heads together
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And reverse the curse
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All dressed up but sliped into some muddy water
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The day just ain't going right
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Bottom vices always need be strict to crisis
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That's my so called life.life,life
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Oh what a tangled web i weeved
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I've got no tricks that left on my sleeve
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I've tossed my hat to the rain
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I've got it bad
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You've got it even worse now
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Let's put our heads together
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And reverse the curse
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I'm all out of luck
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Or is it running out on me
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I'm all all screwed up
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But there's no place I rather be
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Oh, I've got it bad
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You've got it even worse now
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Baby we put our heads together
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And reverse the curse
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Oh, I've got it good (I've got it good now)
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You've even got it better now
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Baby we put our heads together
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And reverse the curse
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Yes we reverse the curse
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So my so called life
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My So Called Life
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| Daniel Powter |
