| Creeping up beside a chair
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| Take out my phone there’s no one there
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| Look down to give my eyes a valid place to hide
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| A crowd surrounds the loudest voice
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| Some laugh but I flinch from the noise
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| And inch my way across the room to head outside
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| Get up, get on my feet
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| Drop the humility
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| Get up, get on my feet
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| It’s always blocking me
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| From getting where I want to be
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| But not tonight, not tonight
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| When I hear my voice I pause
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| Distracted by performance flaws
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| And worry that you might not understand my tone
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| So I smile and maybe cough
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| The tracks are there the train is off
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| By now you might agree I’m better off alone
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| Get up, get on my feet
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| Drop the humility
|
| Get up, get on my feet
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| It’s always blocking me
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| From getting where I want to be
|
| But not tonight, not tonight
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| An over load of empathy
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| I’m a self-induced victim of humility
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| I’m chocking on timidity
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| But not tonight, not tonight
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| Sometimes I’m not feeling strong
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| Sometimes it seems I don’t belong
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| And I’m not up for one more day
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| And everything won’t be okay
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| So I smile and maybe cough
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| The tracks are there the train is off
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| By now you will agree I’m better off alone
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| Better off alone
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| Get up, get on my feet
|
| Drop the humility
|
| Get up, get on my feet
|
| It’s always blocking me
|
| From getting where I want to be
|
| But not tonight, not tonight
|
| An over load of empathy
|
| I’m a self-induced victim of humility
|
| I’m chocking on timidity
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| But not tonight, not tonight |