| Well I married Caroline
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| Back in May of '99
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| It was fucked up at the time
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| But I figured we’d keep trying
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| Her brother and her dad
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| They were spittin' mad
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| When I packed up what I had
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| And took off runnin' it was bad
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| It was mean, I didn’t care
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| And it’s gotten me nowhere
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| So I’m trying to be a better man
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| I turned left turns into right
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| I turned sunshine into night
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| I got my ass kicked every fight
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| No, I couldn’t get it right
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| I built castles out of sand
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| I didn’t understand
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| Why everything I planned
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| Ran like whiskey off my hands
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| And my hands were never clean
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| Things I wish I’d never seen
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| I’d do anything to wake up
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| From this motherfuckin' dream
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| Who do I got to blow
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| To get into this fucking show
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| It’s dark in there I know
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| And I got nowhere else to go
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| Well I need a place to hide
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| So I put away my pride
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| And come inside
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| 'Cause I’m tired of runnin'
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| And there’s a universe that’s floating out in space
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| And I look up there and I can’t find my face
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| And I’m seeing my reflection backstage
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| Writing down the same old words on the same old page
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| Who do I got to blow
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| To get into this fucking show?
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| It’s dark in there I know
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| And I got nowhere else to go
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| Well I need a place to hide
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| So I put away my pride
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| And come inside
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| 'Cause I’m tired of runnin'
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| Who do I got to blow
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| To get into this fucking show?
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| It’s dark in there I know
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| And I got nowhere else to go
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| Well I need a place to hide
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| So I put away my pride
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| And come inside
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| 'Cause I’m tired of runnin'
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| Come inside 'cause I’m tired of runnin'
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| Come inside 'cause I’m tired of runnin' |