| When the blood in my head it gets to pooling
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| Better just let it go
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| Second thoughts and lying’s never pretty
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| Projecting out of control
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| Santa Ana wanna blow back in the city
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| Wants to know if it’s not something I did
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| And then I went to hell just for a minute
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| But I knew that I was better than this
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| Counting all your dimes and pennies
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| Wondering why the world moves on
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| You’re telling me you really couldn’t see it
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| Wanted to be left alone
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| You check out when you’re really needed
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| Maybe you should check your phone
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| And when I’m dead and there really is no fooling
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| That’s when I’ll just let it go
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| Second thoughts and horseshit’s never pretty
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| Maybe just make a note
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| Santa Ana wanna blow back in the city
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| Wants to know if it’s not something I did
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| Now I’ve been to hell and back just for a minute
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| And you know that I’m still better than this
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| You’re telling me you really couldn’t see it
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| Where have all the good times gone
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| I’ll tell you when the song is ready
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| Maybe make you sing along
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| Do you feel alright
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| When a bird in the hand it gets a-cooing
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| And we all leave it at that
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| Might be time to roll out into traffic, get out and never come back
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| I’ve got a panorama wants' to slow down in the middle
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| Just to see if there’s not something I’ve missed
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| You know I’ve been to hell just for a minute
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| But they told me I was better than this |