| You’ve got me sweating bullets
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| Nothing is good enough
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| The glass looks full to me
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| But to you an empty cup
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| Keep going round in circles
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| Keep turning, rotating
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| Do cartwheels, leap the hurdles
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| Keep pumpin' on the swing
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| But feels like you want blood from a stone (from a stone)
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| I must move mountains on my own (on my own)
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| Feels like you want blood from a stone (from a stone)
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| You bring nothing to the table
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| Got the guts but not the glory
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| I don’t wanna disappear
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| I don’t wanna dissapear
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| Or stick around so that you can ignore me
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| But your hot like the Arctic Ocean in February
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| And your cold like a lava explosion
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| Hoping it’s just temporary
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| You’ve got me baited breathing
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| Can’t seem to measure up
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| The forecast calls for sun
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| But for you storms will erupt
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| Keep moving, keep on jumpin'
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| I stick like static cling
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| My acrobatics ace the judgin'
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| Still I can’t reach the ring
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| Feels like you want blood from a stone (from a stone)
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| I must move mountains on my own (on my own)
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| Feels like you want blood from a stone (from a stone)
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| You bring nothing to the table
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| Got the guts but not the glory
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| I don’t wanna disappear
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| I don’t wanna dissapear
|
| Or stick around so that you can ignore me
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| But your hot like the Arctic Ocean in February
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| And your cold like a lava explosion
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| Hoping it’s just temporary
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| Keep rollin with the punches
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| But rollin onto nothing
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| Hoping this all amounts to something
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| Got the guts but not the glory
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| I don’t wanna disappear
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| I don’t wanna dissapear
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| Or stick around so that you can ignore me
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| But your hot like the Arctic Ocean in February
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| And your cold like a lava explosion
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| Hoping it’s just temporary |