| I’ve got it bad
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| What do I do with this ache that I have?
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| Just let it be…
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| Or should I use all the tricks up my sleeve?
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| This ain’t a game
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| This ain’t a game I want to play
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| All the pieces are frayed
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| And there are rules
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| Oh, these are rules I can’t obey
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| It seems so unfair
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| They bite and they scratch when they’re not even there
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| The giddyup days
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| Go down with the sun as the calliope plays
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| So take a spin
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| Come take a spin and start the show
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| Climb the ropes and let go
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| You’re worried now
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| Don’t worry now, no one’ll know
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| Would you think very badly of me
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| If I took the first route that’s easy?
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| Would you help me to free
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| All the baggage you see
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| Could you conquer this carnival?
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| It’s started to sting
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| All of these words that I feel when I sing
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| Take it away
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| I can’t bear to see how you suffer this way
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| So many things
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| Too many things you can’t deny
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| Such good reasons to try
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| I want to hear
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| I need to hear you say the lines
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| Would you battle the Pisces in me?
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| This ain’t a game
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| This ain’t a game I want to play
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| All the moves have been feigned
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| And there are rules
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| Too many rules no one obeys
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| Would you think very badly of me
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| -Don't think badly of me-
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| If I took the first route that’s easy
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| -I'll find a way out-
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| Would you help me to free
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| All the baggage you see
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| Could you conquer this carnival
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| -Could you conquer me-
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| Would you battle the Pisces… |