| I get so caught up in my ways
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| Sometimes I overlook the simple plays
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| I feel like certain times in my life
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| Are met with certain times for pain to thrive
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| You’re five foot five, not a hundred pounds
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| I’m scared to death of every single ounce
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| And worst of all is when it’s calm
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| Cause I know the sea won’t be calm for long
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| You bring me down
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| I walked right in through the rabbit’s door
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| And walked right into the rabbit’s hole
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| I made myself an open book
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| I made myself a sitting duck
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| I don’t know how I missed the signs
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| I must have passed by them a hundred times
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| You barely notice what I say
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| You’re busy looking round the room instead
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| I get so caught up in my ways
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| I walked right in through the rabbit’s door
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| And walked right into the rabbit’s hole
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| I made myself an open book
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| I made myself a sitting duck
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| I’m walking down this rabbit trail
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| My feet grow heavy with every step
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| I stop to eat and take a nap
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| And now I can’t find my way back
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| You bring me down
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| So down
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| So down
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| (Outro)
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| A rabbit’s door
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| A rabbit’s hole
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| Open book
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| A sitting duck
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| A rabbit’s door
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| A rabbit' hole
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| Open book |