| Ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ha
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| I know I should be happy but I’m not
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| I know that I should smile but I can’t stop
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| Wishing I was something that I’m not
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| Whoa-oh
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| Whoa-oh
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| Everything that I could ever need
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| Is at my beck and call and at my feet
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| And every door is open up for me
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| So why am I crying myself to sleep
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| Yeah, I’ll be fine
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| I’ve gone through this a thousand times
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| So low, so down
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| Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
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| It’s not roses in my head
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| Even I can’t understand
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| Pickin' peaches with my hands
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| But still no roses in my head
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| No roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head
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| No roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head
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| Can’t be honest without feeling all this guilt
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| But I’m only guilty feeling what I feel
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| And if you know me then you know I’m bein' real
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| Lights, cameras, smile
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| That’s the deal
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| Yeah, I’ll be fine
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| I’ve gone through this a thousand times
|
| So low, so down
|
| Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
|
| It’s not roses in my head
|
| Even I can’t understand
|
| Pickin' peaches with my hands
|
| But still no roses in my head
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| No roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head
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| No roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head-ead
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| Ah-ah-ah
|
| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
|
| Ah-ah
|
| Ah-ah
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| I’ll be fine
|
| I’ve gone through this a thousand times
|
| So low, so down
|
| Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
|
| It’s not roses in my head
|
| Even I can’t understand
|
| Pickin' peaches with my hands
|
| But still no roses in my head
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| No roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head
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| No no no roses, no roses
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| No roses in my head-ead
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| Ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah
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| Ah-ha |