| I say I wanna wake up with the dawn
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| But every night I sleep with the shades drawn
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| I keep telling my shrink I wanna feel okay
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| But I get off on all my bummer days
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| I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
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| And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
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| I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| I’m tired of feeling sorry
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| I’ve had about fifty last cigarettes
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| Before they’re out, I have the next one lit
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| I spent the last two years in shoes that were too big
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| And if it’s not my lungs, I’m gonna die because I trip
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| I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
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| And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
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| I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| I’m tired of feeling sorry
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| There’s always something that I’m doing
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| To keep me far from where I say I’m gone
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| I’m tired of feeling sorry
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| Because I’m tired
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| I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
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| And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
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| I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| I’m tired of feeling sorry
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| I’ll stop crying at my party
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| I’m tired of feeling sorry |