| There must be something that keeps me awake
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| Or some kind of pill I can take
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| To break these bad habits
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| I would lie if I said that this didn’t get tough
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| Two left feet on the floor in a waltz
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| At an odd tempo
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| Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee?
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| A curious puzzle still cursing me
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| To follow or lead
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| You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt
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| I can’t tell just which option is worse:
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| Dying pure or aware
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| So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats
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| Too far off for my ears to reach
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| Just a hint of timing
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| Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee?
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| A curious puzzle still cursing me
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| To follow or lead
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| And I don’t know where I’m going
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| Cause I can’t see the road, oh it’s winding
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| Just as long as I keep breathing
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| I’ve got this uncomfortable feeling
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| Heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled heart |