| So much for bad luck
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| If I built a boat with apologies I’ve got
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| I’d have a sorry looking raft
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| It always rains
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| But it’s nice to see
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| That someone else is sad
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| I’m tired, oh I’m tired of being a scapegoat
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| For your bad days
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| Or when it rains
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| 'Cause lately I’ve been hoping that my mind finds an anchor
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| So I can stay in one place
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| The coin’s faced up
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| But I’m not feeling any better
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| A soap box made for every single fuck up
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| It’s tough seeing where I am
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| Instead of where I’m from
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| My roots can get loose
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| I’m tired, oh I’m tired of being a scapegoat
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| For your bad days
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| Or when it rains
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| 'Cause lately I’ve been hoping that my mind finds an anchor
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| So I can stay in one place
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| Can you find your calling if nothing is calling for you?
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| I’m coughing up a lung trying to get rid of you
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| To get rid of you
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| To get rid of you
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| Can you find your calling
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| If nothing’s calling for you?
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| For you?
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| I’m tired, oh I’m tired of being a scapegoat
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| For your bad days
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| Or when it rains
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| 'Cause lately I’ve been hoping that my mind finds an anchor
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| So I can stay in one place |