| I’m getting sick of everyone I’m with
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| I’m getting sick of keeping positive
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| I’m getting bored of putting on a smile
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| and I’ve been so good but it doesn’t do me no good
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| yeah I’ve been so good but it doesn’t pay like it should
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| lord it’s so hard to keep your head
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| when you’ve got everything to lose
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| and baby just brings bad news
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| as she goes running through
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| I’m getting sick of cleaning up the mess
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| and I’m getting sick of his helplessness
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| I’m getting bored of feeling insecure
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| and I’m getting bored of looking at his bedroom door
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| I’m getting bored of the songs he sings
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| that I’ve heard a million times before
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| lord it’s so hard to keep your head
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| when you’ve got everything to lose
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| and baby just brings bad news
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| as she goes running through
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| lord it’s so hard to keep your friends
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| when you own everything they choose
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| so baby just sings the blues
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| to anyone who seems to care
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| lord it’s so hard to keep your head
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| when you’ve got everything to lose
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| and baby just brings bad news
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| as she goes running through
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| lord it’s so easy when you’re on the floor
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| when you’ve got nothing left to lose
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| so baby just cries for food
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| off anyone who won’t refuse
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| off anyone who won’t refuse
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| off anyone who won’t refuse |