| You can’t walk into a room
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| Without feeling obligated
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| To be the life of the party again
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| You can’t stand to look around
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| And see anybody with a frown
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| So you turn on the same old song and dance
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| Even if you’re at the end of your road
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| You can’t let anybody know
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| 'Cause you’re too busy
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| Being everybody’s everything
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| So have fun trying to be the sun
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| Chasing everybody’s blues away
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| Good luck trying to keep it up
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| It would never be enough
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| And your days are never done
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| When you’re trying to be the sun
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| I know that you’re meaning well
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| But it’s not hard for me to tell
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| That you don’t have the same joy inside
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| I know without a doubt
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| That you’re close to burning out
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| But you can’t even let yourself give in
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| Yeah, I know that you’re at the end of your road
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| But you can’t let anybody know
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| 'Cause you’re too busy
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| Being everybody’s everything
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| You’ll never see who you are
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| When you’re trying to be who you’re not |