| I have to wonder what the hell I ever did
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| to deserve this
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| Is it just me or most people a drag
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| and dishonest
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| I own up, I try
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| What am I not doing right
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| But shit it keeps on coming
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| I’ve got run over by my own parade
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| I’ve suffocated in the beds I’ve made
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| I’ve cut my feet on all the glass that I break
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| Still trying to find a way
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| To get what’s broken
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| To un-break
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| Somewhere along the line I must have been
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| a backstabbing liar
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| Maybe in another life I was a snake or vampire
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| I own up, I try
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| What am I not doing right
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| But shit it keeps on coming
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| Maybe I should change my plumbing
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| I’ve got run over by my own parade
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| I’ve suffocated in the beds I’ve made
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| I’ve cut my feet on all the glass that I break
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| Still trying to find a way
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| To get what’s broken
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| To un-break
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| I own up, I try
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| What am I not doing right
|
| But shit it keeps on coming
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| Maybe I’m just missing something
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| I’ve got run over by my own parade
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| I’ve suffocated in the beds I’ve made
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| I’ve cut my feet on all the glass that I break
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| Still trying to find a way
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| To get what’s broken
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| To un-break |