| When I get like this, I give myself the creeps
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| Like a newborn cub with little shaky feet
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| Stumbling around, trying to find some ground
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| What a joke, always thrashing around
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| 'Til I figure it out and then I choke
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| In my head, in my head
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| In my head, in my head
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| I was so upset I saw them selling me out
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| Right there on Los Feliz Boulevard
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| They were selling me cheap out there on the street
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| Poster-sized, large as life
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| There were tears in my eyes and so I drove on by
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain (My brain)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change (I cannot change)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain (My brain)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change (I cannot change)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I gotta bend or we will fall
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| My reality’s a metaphor
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| Success is big and failure small
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| And I’m one inch shy of feeling tall
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| So I drove on home, my tail between my legs, hmm
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| I’m deadbeat tired and a bit of a mess, hmm
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| Feeling all refreshed and brimming with hope
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| All my intentions are good and then I choke
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain (My brain)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change (I cannot change)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I cannot let my feelings to keep hijacking my brain (My brain)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| I’m gonna think my way around this wall I cannot change (I cannot change)
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| (They've got a gun against my head)
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| In my head, in my head
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| In my head, in my head
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| I give myself the creeps
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| I give myself the creeps |