| Sometimes I don’t like being where I am
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| No matter what
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| I’d rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine
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| With a thousand paper cuts
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| I’m uncomfortable in my own skin you might say
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| Feeling my own guts
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| So tell me something about yourself sweetheart
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| Before I screw this whole thing up
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| You say you feel like a phony romancer
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| Though you still believe in love
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| Make you feel like a dancer
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| Like you got all the answers
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| Leave you wonderin' what you were made of
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| You don’t see no chain mail hiding puppy dog tails
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| I’ve been sufficiently horrified
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| I got just enough left to wanna see what’s next
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| Why don’t we give this love a try
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| Let’s give this love a try
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| All we can do is cry
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| Hang out your tears to dry
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| Let’s try this love
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| Let’s give this love a try
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| The sun’s setting in your eyes
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| I’m all out of when and why
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| Let’s try this love
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| I never met two people more likely to explode
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| Scattered, chopped, screwed, covered up and smothered into each other arms
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| Please forgive me my basic negativity
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| God help us both if you find it even part of my charm
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| By the way you swept me off my feet
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| With the gentleness of an angel flying by
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| I’m a long shot baby, but they do come in
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| Why don’t we give this love a try
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| Let’s give this love a try
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| All we can do is cry
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| Hang out your tears to dry
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| Let’s try this love
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| Let’s give this love a try
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| The sun’s setting in your eyes
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| I’m all out of when and why
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| Let’s try this love
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| I’m all out of when and why
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| Let’s try this love |