| I’m on the floor for most of my time
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| Feeling so bad, it’s in my mind
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| Teens do lock good swinging by
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| If I’m growing old I’ll take my time
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| My case is safe, it’s almost blind
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| Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind
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| I got style, I got my pride
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| Misery’s surfing on my side
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| Still I’m glad,
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| I’m glad, for the youth that I had
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| Way more sensible,
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| Say no more,
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| Cradle’s laying on the floor
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| I push you down to the floor
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| Relax down there or I’ll give you some more
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| Greatest misery in the history of time
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| If I’m growing old I’ll take what’s mine
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| My act is safe when I start to pretend
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| I hate myself, hero to the end
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| I got style, I got my pride
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| Misery’s surfing on my side
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| Still I’m glad,
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| I’m glad, for the youth that I had
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| Way more sensible,
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| Say no more,
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| Cradle’s laying on the floor (2x)
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| (SOLO)
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| Still I’m glad,
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| I’m glad, for the youth that I had
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| Way more sensible,
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| Say no more,
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| Cradle’s laying on the floor (2x)
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| On the floor (4x) |