| Everybody seems so sad
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| And it’s making me heavy
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| So if there’s no tune here on a piano
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| That’s the sound of me
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| Trying to push it off of my head
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| Yes, everything is above me
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| I ain’t standing on the ground
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| If there’s dirt beneath my feet
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| It’s the dirt of the ages
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| Passed down infinitely
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| There is something we’re all stuck with
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| And I have tried to point it out
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| But no one likes the guy
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| Who points from the sidelines
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| I’ve been on the sideline awhile
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| Watch myself play the field
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| Ever since the rain came down
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| The field’s been all muddy
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| And everybody’s playing like shit
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| All we need is a little sunshine
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| Come on, I though the world was getting warmer
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| Out here it’s cold and wet
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| Like the bottom of the ocean
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| With its pressure squeezing our heads
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| There is something we’re all stuck with
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| And I have tried to point it out
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| But no one likes the guy
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| Who points from the sidelines
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| I know there is something we’re all stuck with
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| And I have tried to point it out
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| But no one likes the guy
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| Who points from the sidelines
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| From the sidelines |