| Got a house on my back
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| Pushing me over
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| Making me weak on my feet
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| And a head on my shoulders
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| Makes me uneasy
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| Making me dizzy for weeks
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| You got me on a weak day
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| You got me at a bad time to talk
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| A screw loose and rolling
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| Into a pile in the corner
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| I thought I should warn you
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| I got a shark at my ankles
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| Hung by a tightrope
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| I’m scrappy/unhappy again
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| And that I’ll never last like this
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| It makes me too tired
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| I’m loaded on vodka, two straws and soda
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| You got me on a weak day
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| You got me on a bad time to talk
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| But you got me on a weak day
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| You got me at the worst time of all
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| I’m on over
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| Filled up and far gone
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| I tried to warn you
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| But that’s not my job
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| ‘cause somebody took me down
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| From on the top shelf
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| It couldn’t get worse I say to myself
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| And I’ve got my head screwed on so tight it hurts
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| Sometimes it don’t work
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| So I got the prescription
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| To take the time off
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| Make it unravel
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| Go out and travel for days
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| Bring back my stories
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| Stopping your worries
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| I’m trying to keep them at bay
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| You got me on a weak day
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| It’s such a bad time to talk
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| You caught me on a weak day
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| You got me at the worst time of all
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| Get me when I’m soft
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| And my shoes falling off, and
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| I’ll make my way back again
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| But you got me on a weak day
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| You got me at the worst time of all
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| I’m not feelin' well
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| I’m cracked like a bell
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| I’m shot like a shell to pieces |