| Oh, here I go again
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| I wake up every morning to this Groundhog Day
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| Thinking about the list of things that I’ve done wrong
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| Can’t even count, it goes on too long
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| I try to change my ways
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| I feel like I’m the villain in some crappy play
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| The book has long been written, but I’d rather be
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| Just about anyone else but me, I hope you see
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| It doesn’t mean I’m not a fighter
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| It’s just that I wanna be a little lighter
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| Spent so long fixing things I’ve done
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| I’ve got holes in all my pockets
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| Even those holes, they’ve got pockets
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| Hiding things that’ll never see the sun
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| I’m taking off, going to Rio
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| I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego
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| It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in
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| Gonna leave it all behind
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| Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else
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| This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio
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| This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh
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| Maybe in ten years time
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| You’ll receive a letter from some random guy
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| You’ll like him so much better
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| But then you will see, he’s not a stranger it’s only me
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| I can only be myself as somebody else
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| Cause you got sun, I got bad weather
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| Anything you can lose I can lose better
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| Do my best with what life gave to me
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| I’ve got holes in all my pockets
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| Even those holes, they’ve got pockets
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| Hiding things that I sure want to leave
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| I’m taking off, going to Rio
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| I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego
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| It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in
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| Gonna leave it all behind
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| Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else
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| This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio
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| This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh
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| Give me a peanut and I’ll turn blue
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| I can’t even eat the things you do
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| Bake you a cake and I burn it up twice
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| I roll thirteen on a pair of dice
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| Give me a peanut and I’ll turn blue
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| I can’t even eat the things you do
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| Bake you a cake and I burn it up twice
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| I roll thirteen on a pair of dice
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| I’m taking off, going to Rio
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| I’m getting lost to find an alter-ego
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| It could be Paris or Berlin, I don’t care what state I’m in
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| Gonna leave it all behind
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| Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else
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| This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio
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| This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh
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| This is not an invitation, I’m going to Rio
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| This is not a conversation, say goodbye to me-oh |