| Head ringing; |
| a new day’s begun
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| And the blinding sun is public enemy number one
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| And when I try to recollect from the night before
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| I realize we’re standing on a different floor
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| In a different house on a different street
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| Take a second, think, rinse, wash, repeat
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| I can’t gather my thoughts; |
| the night’s a mystery
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| The memories are risky and there’s casualties
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| Then I reach into my pocket for my cellular phone
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| But it’s missing and it seems it took my wallet along
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| Walk up to a pay phone and I call collect
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| Phone up my baby girl, and she won’t accept
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| And the operator said she had some words for me
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| But they’re a four-letter combo that she can’t repeat
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| I don’t know what to think; |
| I don’t know what to say
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| But then I think it’s gonna be one hell of a day
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| In a hell of a week, in a hell of a life
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| Spend my days solving problems that I made in the night
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| But I cannot complain; |
| I’ve come to see
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| I am my own worst enemy
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| Then that’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
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| One step forward, two steps back
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| On a one way track, as a matter of fact
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| It’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
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| One step forward, two steps back
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| On a one way track, as a matter of fact
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| I’m fishing for the memories, but it’s catch and release
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| Like a jigsaw puzzle that is missing a piece
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| Bruises on my body that I can’t explain
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| And a headache that feels like I got a vice on my brain
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| Ain’t no time to reflect; |
| I got work at eight
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| It’s a four mile walk and I’m already late
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| Alone with my thoughts I am forced to reflect
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| On the night that resembles some movie trainwreck
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| Past four forty minutes I arrived at the spot
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| And a couple squad cars parked out in the lot
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| Look around to see what earned the call of the law
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| I see my '98 Accord in the building store wall
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| I quietly tried to make an escape
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| See my boss seeing me; |
| point fingers my way
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| I don’t know what to think; |
| I don’t know what to say
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| But then I think it’s gonna be one hell of a day
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| In a hell of a week, in a hell of a life
|
| Spend my days solving problems that I made in the night
|
| But I cannot complain; |
| I’ve come to see
|
| I am my own worst enemy
|
| Then that’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
|
| One step forward, two steps back
|
| On a one way track, as a matter of fact
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| It’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
|
| One step forward, two steps back
|
| On a one way track, as a matter of fact
|
| Then that’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
|
| One step forward, two steps back
|
| On a one way track, as a matter of fact
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| It’s an epic fail no matter how I spin it
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| Epic fail from ending to beginning
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| One step forward, two steps back
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| On a one way track, as a matter of fact |