| I was trying to do too much
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| Trying to make the right moves
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| Like so and so, such and such
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| Everybody else has found their groove
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| Oh but I haven’t found the time to spare
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| No umbrella, no beach chair
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| So I’ll pin the invitation by my bed
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| And I’ll wake up from dreaming I was there
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| Don’t keep letting it all build up in your head
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| Let it go
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| Don’t stop pushing
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| You’re trying
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| You’re finding a way to let go
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| Sheepishly I fold my hand
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| Believing that I understand
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| The world’s not trying to bring me down
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| Everybody else has got their own demands
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| So I’ll make a little time to fill the well
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| Borrow your sunglasses, your umbrell
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| And I’ll pop my invitation in the mail
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| Pack up my bags
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| Should I feel bad if I go easy on myself?
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| I’ve been known to lose my cool
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| Historically hysterical
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| And I don’t know how to shake it
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| But you know I wish I could
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| Don’t keep letting it all build up in your head
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| Let it go
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| Don’t stop pushing
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| You’re trying
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| You’re finding a way to let go
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| I’ve been known to lose my cool
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| Insatiably irrational
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| And the more I try to shake it
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| The more I wish I could
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| Don’t keep letting it all build up in your head
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| Let it go
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| Don’t stop pushing
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| You’re trying
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| You’re finding a way to let go |