| I spent the whole day in my head
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| Do a little spring cleaning
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| I’m always too busy dreaming
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| Well, maybe I should wake up instead
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| A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget
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| Why can’t it just be easy?
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| Why does everybody need me to stay?
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| Oh I hate the feeling
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| When you’re high, but you’re underneath the ceiling
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| Got the cards in my hand I hate dealing
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| Get everything I need then I’m gone
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| But it ain’t stealing can I get a break?
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| Wish I could just, get out my god damn way
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| What is there to say, there ain’t a better time than today
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| Well maybe I’ll lay down for a little
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| Instead of always trying to figure everything out
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| And all I do is say sorry
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| Half the time I don’t even know what I’m saying it about
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| Good news, good news, good news
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| That’s all they wanna hear
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| No, they don’t like it when I’m down
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| But when I’m flying, oh it make 'em so uncomfortable
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| So different, what’s the difference?
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| Well it ain’t that bad
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| It could always be worse
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| I’m running out of gas
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| Hardly anything left
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| Hope I make it home from work
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| So tired of being so tired
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| Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire?
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| No lie but, sometimes the truth don’t sound like the truth
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| Maybe 'cause it ain’t, I just love the way it sound when I say it
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| So what I do? |
| If you know me it ain’t anything new
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| Wake up to the moon, haven’t seen the sun in a while
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| But I heard that the skies still blue
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| Heard they don’t talk about me too much, no more
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| That’s a problem with a closed door
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| Good news, good news, good news
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| That’s all they wanna hear
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| No, they don’t like it when I’m down
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| But when I’m flying oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable
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| So different, what’s the difference?
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| There’s a whole lot more for me waiting on the other side
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| I’m always wondering, if it feel like summer
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| I know maybe I’m too late I could make it there some other time
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| I’ll finally discover
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| That there’s a whole lot more for me waiting
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| That there’s a whole lot more for me waiting
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| I know maybe I’m too late I could make it there some other time
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| Then I’ll finally discover
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| That it ain’t that bad
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| Ain’t so bad, when it ain’t that bad
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| At least it don’t gotta be no more
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| No more, no more, no more, no more
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| No more, no more, no more, no more |