| Sit back, I’ve wrote this one a thousand times before
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| But I guess, this circumstance I’ll write a million times or more
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| Got a couple things to say about a lot of what went wrong
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| How I always got the feeling that she knew it all along
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| Things started getting worse when she would come around
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| So I hitched a ride and drove myself to the other side of town
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| You’d think that once or twice was all that I would have to say
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| But the words, they went right thru her ‘cause she never went away
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| I sat and thought for a long time, never sit around for a long time
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| You never know where you’ll end up, now you’re outta' luck
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| I sat and thought for a long time, never sit around for a long time
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| Before you know it, you get stuck
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| Tell me, «Why you always trippin'?»
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| Tell me, «Why you always bitchin'?»
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| Tell me, «Why you always slippin'?»
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| Tell me, «Why you always trippin' now?»
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| Should I escape from all the consciousness I know?
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| Can I get back to where I always feared to go?
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| Now I am frustrated, and always feeling jaded
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| I can’t recall a time when she was not on my mind
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| Stop giving, start living; |
| put your focus on the life you’re given
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| Hold on, be strong; |
| just remember that your world is not gone |