| There ought to be a town out there,
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| Named for how I feel.
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| Yeah I could be the mayor down there,
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| And say welcome to Sorryville.
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| It won’t be on a map nowhere,
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| You might say that it doesn’t exist,
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| But if you make enough wrong turns
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| It’d be hard to miss.
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| There ought to be a bridge somewhere
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| They could dedicate to me.
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| I’d probably come to the ceremony
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| With a can of gasoline;
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| Walk on over to the other side
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| And there I’d light a match
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| And sit and stare through the smoke and the flames
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| Wonderin' how I’m ever gonna get back.
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| Why do I do the things I do?
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| Was I born this way? |
| Am I a self-made fool?
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| I shoot the lights and curse the dark;
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| I need your love but I break your heart;
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| And I know the words that’ll bring you back,
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| But I don’t say nothin' as I watch you pack.
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| I had to work to be the jerk I’ve come to be;
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| It ain’t easy bein' me.
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| Ought to be a side show act for freaks like me;
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| Yeah I could be the star of the show
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| With my name on the marquee.
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| In a room with a big red button that says «Do Not Touch,»
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| And twice a day I’d mash it down
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| And you could watch me self-destruct.
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| Why do I do the things I do?
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| Was I born this way? |
| Am I a self-made fool?
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| I shoot the lights and curse the dark;
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| I need your love but I break your heart;
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| And I know the words that’ll bring you back,
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| But I don’t say nothin' as I watch you pack.
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| I had to work to be the jerk I’ve come to be;
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| It ain’t easy bein' me. |