| There ought to be a town somewhere
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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 wouldn’t be on a map no where
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| You might say that it don’t exist
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| But if you make enough wrong turns
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| It’da be hard to miss
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| There ought to a bridge somewhere they could dedicate to me
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| I’d probably come to the ceremony with a can of gasoline
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| Walk on over to the other side
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| Where I’d light a match
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| Sit and stare through the smoke and flames and wonder how I’m gonna get back
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| Why do I do the things I do?
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| Was I born this way or am I self made fool?
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| I shoot the lights and I 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 but
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| But I don’t say nothing as I watch you pack
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| I had to work to become the jerk I’ve come to be
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| It ain’t easy being me
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| There oughta be a side show act
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| For freaks like me
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| I could be the star of the show with my name on the marquee
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| In a room with a big red button that says «danger do not touch»
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| Twice a day I’d mash it down and you can 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 or am I self made fool?
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| I shoot the lights and I 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 to get you back but
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| But I don’t say nothing as I watch you pack
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| I had to work to become the jerk I’ve come to be
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| It ain’t easy being me
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| It ain’t easy being me |