| Can’t seem to settle down
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| Maybe I’ll just hang around
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| But every time you pick me up
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| I guess I take you down
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| But here I am again
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| You’ll take me back and then
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| It won’t be long till I’ll be gone
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| Upon my way again
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| So I spend my days thinkin’up new ways
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| To do the same old thing
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| Seasons come and go without a name
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| And I spend my nights in the bright spotlights
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| Wishin’I could let the people know
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| Can’t win or lose unless you play the game
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| Sittin’in the airport, awaitin’on my plane
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| Nothin’to do for an hour or two
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| So I try to find a message in a picture I drew
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| In the corner of a letter from a boy I knew
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| Off the plane and through the rain into a limousine
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| The traffic’s slow so I miss my show
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| But lookin’out the window somehow I know
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| That they’re about to play my record
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| On the radio
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| So I write another song as I go along
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| To let you know just where I been
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| Don’t want to meet myself at the masquerade
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| You can tell in the verse if I get worse
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| By the chorus I may be fine
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| A line, my friend, can end the kind charade
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| Layin’in my hotel room, wantin’to be alone
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| Needin’the time to rest my mind
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| But they bring in another stack of papers to sign
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| And L.A.'s awaitin’on the other line
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| So I’m packin’up and I’m checking out
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| I’m on the road again
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| Feeling like I’m bringing pen to mind
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| But the words will come to me in their own time
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| Tumbling and stumbling over in rhyme
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| And the ugliest word that I ever heard
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| My friends, is sacrifice
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| It’s an easy out for all you should have been
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| And if there’s one thing
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| That I just can’t bring myself to compromise
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| It’s blamin’somebody else for the state I’m in Oh, but then again
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| Daddy never loved his baby girl, no how
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| Ah, what’s the difference now |