| I get scared when I’m performing
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| If I’m outnumbered, I need some warming up
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| Dear folks
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| Should I pull out some jokes?
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| (They'd better be quite funny, you paid your money outside)
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| Every lyric that I’ve ever written
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| Just left my brain, and now the words are sittin'
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| Off in the wing
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| And you’re wondering, «Can't this guy sing?»
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| You liked the band before me much more
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| Ignore me, I’ll hide
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| 'Cause I’m too scared to sing this song all alone
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| I’m too scared to sing too straight or too stoned
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| I’m too scared to reach the end of this line
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| Oh, I’m too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to
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| Sing
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| I got sick before my entrance
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| My main concern is ending this sentence
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| Right with the harp
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| And meanwhile, I’m too tones sharp
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| I’d better learn to stutter my words
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| M-m-m-mutter, my friend
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| Some folks may symbolize, but they’re fakin'
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| They aren’t that deep, they’re just opaque and
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| Hiding the holes
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| Baring their cardboard souls
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| And I like a fool say nicely
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| What I precisely intend
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| That’s why I’m too scared to sing with calm and with ease
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| I fear I’m addressing words to the breeze
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| I fear that you think I’m wasting your time
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| Oh, I’m too scared to sing |