| Keeping my head above water is all that I know how to do
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| But it’s kinda beautiful, underneath it all
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| Ever since I was a child, I was always a sad one
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| And «Why you gotta cry all the time, all the time?»
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| Keeping my head above water
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| Is all that I can do
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| Did anybody ever teach you
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| Some people are born sad
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| Am I just born sad
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| Born sad
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| Born sad
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| Born sad
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| Born sad
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| Born sad
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| Clinging my boots to my chest
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| Asking the pages
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| «Will anybody anywhere, ever love me back?»
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| I got some secrets they keep creeping out in my sleep
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| Asking my good god, «Will they ever go away?»
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| Am I just born sad, born sad, born sad, born sad, born sad, born sad
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| Ohhhh
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| (Everybody wants to be happy, nobody knows how to do it)
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| (Crying and laughing at the same time)
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| Ohhhh
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| Get out of bed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed
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| Sometimes I don’t get out of bed
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| But you gotta get out of bed
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| You gotta get out of bed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed
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| Sometimes I don’t get out of bed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed
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| Maybe I’m born sad born sad
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| It’s okay I’m born sad born sad
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| It’s okay I’m born sad born sad
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| Maybe I’m born sad
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| Maybe I’m born sad
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| Maybe I’m born sad |