| I’ve been in quite the mood
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| I’ve been upside down for years now
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| But the pays been pretty good
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| But I have to write a love song
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| Cause my momma said I should
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| But I have to lose the minor chords
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| And I’m not so sure I could
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| Cause I’m the voice of the depressed
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| And that’s what everyone expects
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| Give the people what they want then it hangs over your head
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| I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Cause I never know what to say
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| I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Can’t listen to a word I say
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| And there’s alot of work to do
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| Can’t carry the weight like I used to
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| But I’ll figure it out like I always do
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| Sacrifice myself for you
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| I can’t believe my mouth sometimes
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| I’ve got it pretty good
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| But if I ever learn to like myself than I’d soon be out of work
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| Who do I think I’m kidding, like I’m Robert fucking Smith?
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| Maybe I’m trying to convince myself that I’m someone who’d be missed
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| Cause I’m the voice of the depressed
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| And that’s what everyone expects
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| Give the people what they want then it hangs over your head
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| I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Cause I never know what to say
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| I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Can’t listen to a word I say
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| And there’s alot of work to do
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| Can’t carry the weight like I used to
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| But I’ll figure it out like I always do
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| Sacrifice myself for you
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| And blessed are the heart attacks
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| And every sudden shortness of breath
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| I owe every single one of them for all of you
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| Patience don’t pay, get my nose back in the books
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| So I can keep on making cash for heartless fucking crooks
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| And they prey on all my passions
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| Cause they know as well as me
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| That this is the only way that I know how to be
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| And I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Cause I never know what to say
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| I’m stuttering (oh woah)
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| Can’t listen to a word I say
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| And there’s alot of work to do
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| Can’t carry the weight like I used to
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| But I’ll figure it out like I always do
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| Sacrifice myself for you
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| Cause I never know what to say
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| I’m stuttering
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| Can’t listen to a word I say
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| Stuttering
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| Stuttering
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| And I sacrifice myself |