[Music: P. Craddick & D. Ott. Lyrics: T. Leonard]
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Cornered again, i've backed my self in and i'm fresh out of time
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Too much to deal with lately i feel like i'm juggling knives
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I'm predisposed to be composed
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But not of late and no time soon
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My list it grows by rows and rows
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And leads me to an early tomb
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Light in my eyes, i'm paralyzed
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I've had all i can take
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If we get one more drop of rain
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This levy's gonna break
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I've arranged my priorities
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Conversely to what i need
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In haste i grab a plate
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And fill it with things i hate
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Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time
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Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knives
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I'm burning midnight oil or wicks but at both ends
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And now the choice is juggling nine or dropping ten
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Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time
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Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knive
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Juggling Knives
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