| I’ve got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said
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| The pain went straight in my head, chopping me up, turning me to morose
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| You’ve got a thing or two coming soon so I’ll get out of your way
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| Beat blue, blackened and bruised, chopping it up, at the end of the day
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| I’m stumblin' all the way, 'cause it’s not such a beautiful day
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| You stopped to see the show but don’t believe everything that you read
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| The pain’s still there in my, head pulling me close, now that I’m here alone
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| Don’t stop because of me, you’ll never know just how long you’d have stayed
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| So sleep through the slackening screws cutting me loose at the end of the day
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| I’m stumblin' all the way, 'cause it’s not such a beautiful day
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| Stumblin' all the way, 'cause it’s not such a beautiful day
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| It’s not such a beautiful day
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| But I’ll stumble through all the same
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| The bright lights are fading away
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| It’s not such a beautiful day
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| You better step back and see the mess that you left
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| Won’t you tell it to somebody who cares (Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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| come on)
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| I’m stumblin' all the way, 'cause it’s not such a beautiful day
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| I’m stumblin’all the way, 'cause it’s not such a beautiful day |