| I think I had the time of my life
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| Cause I woke up with my head in a vice tied real tight
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| On the floor in the guest bedroom of a stranger’s house
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| Got a case of the what, when, who and how
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| Couldn’t let this happen
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| This is seven years straight but hey, who’s counting?
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| Kick it!
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| We’re kicking the habits, yeah!
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| Oh! |
| Alright!
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| I remember when we were children
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| I remember when we were golden
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| Didn’t need a drop to feel okay
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| Didn’t need a phone glued to my face
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| Before the bridges were burnt but being built up
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| I didn’t have a crutch, didn’t need a crutch
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| So I broke my legs so my friends would carry me
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| Cause I am born and bred to be
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| Some kind of ordinary freak
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| I am fragile, I am weak
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| Gotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my way
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| Out of my own way, out of my own way
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| Kick it!
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| We’re kicking the habits, yeah!
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| Oh! |
| Alright!
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| I think it’s about time to cut myself back down to size
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| Emphasize the things I hate, cut them off like dead weight
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| I can’t stand myself sometimes, I can barely stand on my
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| Own two feet without sympathy from everyone I know
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| Cause I am born and bred to be
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| Some kind of ordinary freak
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| I am fragile, I am weak
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| Gotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my way
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| Out of my own way, out of my own way
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| Born and bred to be
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| I’ll carry me home
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| Cause I am born and bred to be
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| Some kind of ordinary freak
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| I am prideful, I am meek
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| Gotta escape my own head and breathe and get out of my way
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| Out of my own way, out of my own way
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| Kick it! |