| All I see outside is problems
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| I been hidin' in my room
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| I don’t think I’m gonna solve 'em
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| But I can try, you know I do
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| I keep my distance from the phone lines
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| I just found out it’s Saturday
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| Picked my guitar up for the first time in months
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| Forgot how much I love to play
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| And all my friends tell me
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| I’m so bad with faces
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| I think I’ve seen too many
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| Been to far away places
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| Got stamps I don’t remember
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| From two-hour vacations
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| I’m too good at complainin'
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| Considering everything
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| 'Cause I’m not one to turn on a blind eye
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| There’s things I should acknowledge
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| And take responsibility for
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| Feel like I might die
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| Every time I walk out the door
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| All I see outside is problems
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| I hope they’re mostly gone by June
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| Yeah, all I see these days is problems
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| But my favorite one is you
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| 'Cause I’m not one to turn on a blind eye
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| There’s things I should acknowledge
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| And take responsibility for
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| Feel like I might die
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| Every time I walk out the door
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| All I see outside is problems
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| I been hidin' in my room
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| I don’t think I’m gonna solve 'em
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| But I can try, you know I do
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| (Bet you know I do)
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| All I see outside is problems
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| I hope they’re mostly gone by June
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| Yeah, all I see these days is problems
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| But my favorite one is you |