| It ain’t alright, the hardness of my head
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| Now close your eyes and spin around
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| Say, hard times, you could find
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| That it ain’t the way that you want
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| But it’s still alright
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| Late at night, do you lay around wondering?
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| Counting all the lines, it ain’t so funny now
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| Say, times are hard, you get this far
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| But it ain’t the way that you want
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| I’ll be damned if this old man
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| Don’t start to counting his losses
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| But it’s still alright
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| They say you learn a lot out there
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| How to scorch and burn
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| Gonna have to bury your friends
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| And then you’ll find it gets worse
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| Standing out on the ledge
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| With no way to get down
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| Start praying for wings to grow
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| Oh, baby, just let go
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| I ain’t alright, you keep spinning out ahead
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| It was cold outside when I hit the ground
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| Say, I could sleep here, forget all the fear
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| It will take time to grow
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| Maybe, I don’t know
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| Hey, tonight, if you think about it again
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| Remembering all the times that you pointed out
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| Say, the glass is clear, but all this fear
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| Starts a-leaving a mark
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| Your idle hands are all that stands
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| From your time in the dark
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| But it’s still alright |