| This situation’s killing me
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| It’s got me right under the thumb
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| I don’t know where I want to be
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| This doesn’t make no sense at all
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| You’re quoting every single line
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| I spoke too much but I was old before my time, you told me
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| I want my life to make more sense
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| I want my life to make amends
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| I want my life to make more sense to me
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| This road is crooked cracked and wrong
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| They got the odds staked nice and high
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| I don’t know how they get along
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| Me, I internalize
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| I can imagine what they’d say
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| Given the choice if I could stay or walk away, I’m walking
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| You see I want my life to make more sense
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| I want my life to make amends
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| I want my life to make more sense to me
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| I want my life to make more sense
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| I want my life to make more sense to me
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| So let me take you by the hand
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| And lead you through this troubled mind
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| You said yourself you had a plan
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| To get us all back to the line
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| We talk about it everyday
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| But we keep forgetting what it was we came to say
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| Now don’t we
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| You see I want my life to make more sense
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| I want my life to make amends
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| I want my life to make more sense to me |