| It’s no use doing the math
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| The numbers always change
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| Each time you add 'em up
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| You gotta go back and rearrange
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| You can’t expect the day
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| To go just how you planned
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| It’s no use doing the math
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| Or even thinking that you can
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| In the dead of night I woke
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| To a sound that hurt my heart
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| I heard my little lady crying
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| She must’ve realized we were apart
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| So I hurried to the crib
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| And I found her fast asleep
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| Maybe it was all a dream
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| The learning curve is steep
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| I’m hoping for the best
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| Prepping for the worst
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| I can’t decide these days
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| What’s a blessing or a curse
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| My love tells me she’s excited
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| Then she tells me she’s a wreck
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| Just when I think I know what’s coming
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| It’s time to double check
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| One day I will look back
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| On this windy, rugged path
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| And be glad I took it easy
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| And didn’t do the math
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| I’m hoping for the best
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| Prepping for the worst
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| I can’t decide these days
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| What’s a blessing or a curse
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| Cause you can’t expect the day
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| To go just how you planned
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| It’s no use doing the math
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| Even thinking that you can
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| It’s no use doing the math
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| Even thinking that you can |