| Hello there, don’t hand up before you get any ideas
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| I know that I was a, a pain in the ass, out of fear
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| A princess with tiny troubles weighing me down
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| And oh, I’ve wasted so much time
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| With these stupid thoughts on my mind
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| You won’t find me crying over something dumb
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| No, no, no, I’ve got too much to live for
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| 'Cause hanging on to yesterdays ain’t no fun
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| No, no, no, I got too much to live for
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| 'Cause I’m tired of singing the blues
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| That ain’t really blues, they’re just bad excuses
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| Some bad excuses, oh, oh, oh
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| It takes over, it gets bigger
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| Consumes my every inner thought
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| Anxiety attacks me
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| Neurotic fit and then I drop
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| But I’m popping this little bubble
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| And loving the sound
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| And I, I’ve been around the world
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| And seen a lot of smiles from folks with nothing
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| You won’t find me crying over something dumb
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| No, no, no, I’ve got too much to live for
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| 'Cause hanging on to yesterdays ain’t no fun
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| No, no, no, I’ve got too much to live for
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| 'Cause I’m tired of singing the blues
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| That ain’t really blues, they’re just bad excuses
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| Some bad excuses, ooh
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| You won’t find me crying over something dumb
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| No, no, no
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| And over reacting won’t keep you young
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| Well, everybody loves the drama sometimes
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| Well, I’m changing my ways 'cause I’m over it, over it
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| But I’m tired of singing the blues
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| That ain’t really blues, they’re just bad, bad excuses
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| I’m tired of singing the blues
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| Ain’t really blues, they’re just bad excuses, ooh, ooh
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| Some bad, bad excuses
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| No, no, no, uses, just some bad excuses
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| I got too much to live for
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| Too much to live for |