| A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder
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| A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder
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| The chill up my spine, can’t get any colder
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| And you wonder why I can’t smile
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| A knot in my gut, an ape on my back
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| In the heat of the moment,
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| I’m knocked off the track
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| You drop the ball, I pick up the slack
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| And you ask me why my hairs gray
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| Twisting, turning
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| Losing all sense of yearning
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| Living and learning
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| The pressure keeps on burning my soul
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| I say it’s green and you tell me it’s red
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| Keep your thoughts and ideas
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| Locked inside of your head
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| We’ve got someone
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| who can think for you instead
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| And he sounds just like the last one
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| Twisting, turning
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| Losing all sense of yearning
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| Living and learning
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| The pressure keeps on burning my soul
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| Responsible thinkers
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| Throw caution to the wind
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| But I find myself
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| Speaking form within
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| I can’t live my life
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| Walking on eggshells
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| To stay on your good side
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| Using your words
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| Controlling my life
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| Can’t you see it’s my words
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| That give you your life
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| So I hurt your feelings
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| Well I’m really sorry
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| But I don’t give a shit…
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| Twisting, turning
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| Losing all sense of yearning
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| Living and learning
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| The pressure keeps on burning my soul |