| I’m stepping out into a cold, hits my face
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| I feel the strange embrace of all the things that I don’t know
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| All I wanted was some space to breath a little
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| To get out of the middle, the very center of my life
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| I’m in some tight fix again, everybody’s closing in on me
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| I’m in some tight fix tonight and nothing seems to be going right
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| Monday morning you’re my friend, we’re talking about
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| How we can’t figure out why we didn’t talk the week before
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| Then that look gets on your face like where ya been
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| Running out of Asprin, used it all the last time no I find that I’m in
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| I’m in some tight fix again, everybody’s closing in on me
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| I’m in some tight fix tonight and nothing seems to be going right
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| And If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather believe
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| They feel this way about me, it’s just the way it has to be
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| They’re packing up their bags, leaving town
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| So try and catch me if you can, I’ll run away
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| I’ll say anything to make you look like a fool
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| Who are you to say that I’m the one who always got show to run
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| You know I’d be inclined a bit to hook it up with you but
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| I’m in some tight fix again, everybody’s closing in on me
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| Well, I’m in some tight fix tonight
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| Nothing seems to be going right
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| Well, if it’s all the same to you, you know I’ll believe that
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| That you feel this way about me, it’s just the way it has to be
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| They’re packing up their bags, leaving town
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| I’ll be alright and you’ll be okay
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| You won’t have to see my face and something will take my place
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| And I’ll write a song like I always do
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| And all the things that I never did for you
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| I’m always pushing, I just can’t move
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| And you’re clinging to my heart and you’re gonna leave a bruise, yeah
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| I’ll be alright and you’ll be okay
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| Well, if it’s all the same to you, you know I’ll believe that
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| That you feel this way about me, it’s just the way it has to be
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| They’re packing up their bags, leaving town |