| I stepped up
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| Got a hold on my pride
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| I stepped up
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| Got a hold on my pride
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| I do
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| But without luck
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| And a chip on the side
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| But without luck
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| I could’ve never retired
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| For you
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| It’s not just any other chore
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| I pushed and painted all this
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| It’s not just any other brawl
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| Well, maybe I’m a little bit jealous
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| I’ve gone and made a hard mistake
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| I’m trying to put the pieces of puzzle together
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| By forcing them into the wrong place
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| A papercut’s a perfect example
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| A tiny stab to sting like a stake
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| I wish these wings would take me to somewhere
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| So I can start a new life and name
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| I tripped up
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| Put it all in the spine
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| I fixed up
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| Got it all intertwined
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| Now you
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| But it’s all luck
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| And it took half the time
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| And it’s all luck
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| But I get so surprised
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| I do
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| It’s not just any other chore
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| I pushed and painted all this
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| It’s not just any other brawl
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| Well, maybe I’m a little bit jealous
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| I’ve gone and made a hard mistake
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| I’m trying to fit the pieces of puzzle together
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| By forcing them into the wrong place
|
| A papercut’s a perfect example
|
| A tiny stab to sting like a stake
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| I wish these wings would take me to somewhere
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| So I can start a new life and name
|
| Well, maybe I’m a little bit jealous
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| I’ve gone and made a hard mistake
|
| I’m trying to fit the pieces of puzzle together
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| By forcing them into the wrong place
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| A papercut’s a perfect example
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| A tiny stab to sting like a stake
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| I wish these wings would take me to somewhere
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| So I can start a new life and name |