| Nothin' on the radio again
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| I pick up my guitar
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| I put it right back down
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| I don’t know why I even try
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| And I can’t think of anything to say
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| But then I never thought I’d write another song again
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| But here it is
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| I don’t think I can take it
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| So I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead
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| Well it’s been happenin' to me all my life
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| Well I swore I’d never make the same mistakes
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| But now I’m making different ones
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| And I can’t seem to ever get things right
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| Well it just feels like I’m goin round in circles
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| And I’m goin round in circles
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| And I
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| I don’t think I can take it
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| So I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead
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| And I’m not gonna make it
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| I don’t think I can take it
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| So I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead
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| But it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| I’m a whole body now
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| And it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| I’m a whole body now
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| Well, I’m not gonna make it
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| I don’t think I can take it
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| So I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead
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| And I said
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| I’m not gonna make it
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| I don’t think I can take it
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| So I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead
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| But it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| I’m a whole body now
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| And it’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| I’m a whole body now |