| To begin, I’m not sorry
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| For myself or any part of me
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| I won’t beg on your pardon, you see
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| You know I’m not a human
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| One part anxiety using two parts naivety
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| Just to keep sane
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| I’m a bitter little pill to swallow
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| I’m a little bit of let down, my
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| My feet are hard to follow
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| My best habit’s lettin' you down
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| Am I makin' any sense? |
| I don’t know
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| I’m a little bit of let down, my
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| My feet are mine to follow
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| You don’t get to decide
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| If you were waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| And if you’re searching for a sure thing, nice dream
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| Somethin' like a machine
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| To you, I don’t exist
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| Ain’t what you’re lookin' for
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| Good thing I don’t exist for you at all anymore
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| So if you’re waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| Now we’re back to the matter
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| Well, if it’s average you’re after
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| Or ordinary, you’ll have to move on
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| See, without me, I’m not myself
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| If I’m not me, then I am everyone else
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| And then who would be John?
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| I’m a bitter little pill to swallow
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| I’m a little bit of let down, my
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| My feet are hard to follow
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| My best habit’s lettin' you down
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| Am I makin' any sense? |
| I don’t know
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| I’m a little bit of let down, my
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| My feet are mine to follow
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| You don’t get to decide
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| If you were waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| And if you’re searching for a sure thing, nice dream
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| Somethin' like a machine
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| To you, I don’t exist
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| Ain’t what you’re lookin' for
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| Good thing I don’t exist for you at all anymore
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| So if you’re waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| As a single tear falls to the ground
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| For the people that we are not now
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| If you’re not you, you’re everyone else
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you now?
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| Burned our teenage years down to the ground
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| Oh, the hand on the clock’s wearing out
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| If you’re not you, you’re everyone else
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you?
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| If you were waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| If you were waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| And if you’re searching for a sure thing, nice dream
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| Somethin' like a machine
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down
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| To you, I don’t exist
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| Ain’t what you’re lookin' for
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| Good thing I don’t exist for you at all anymore
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| So if you’re waitin' on the sunshine, blue sky
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| Cheap high, lullaby
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| Then my best habit’s letting you down |