| Sometimes I don’t feel all right
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| Keeps me shaking up all night
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| And there’s nothing I can do
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| But I wanna talk to you
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| This shit’s making me feel bad
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| I’m so sick of feeling sad
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| Why can’t I shake this mess?
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| Keeps on running through my head
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| I can’t get out of my bed
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| Stomach sick, dizzy head
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| Singing helps all right
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| But I’ve been singing all night
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| Try to open up my eyes
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| Take some time to realize
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| Sometime’s shit won’t feel all right
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| Got to remember to fight
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| Off the darkness that comes in sometimes
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| Turn that sorrow into something that feels right
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| You’re two friends I can count on when I’m blue
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| You pull me up, you dust me off, you will me through
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| Sometimes luck’s not on my side
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| Keeps me shaking up all night
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| And there’s nothing I can do
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| But I wanna talk to you
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| This shit’s making me feel bad
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| I’m so sick of feeling sad
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| Why can’t I shake this mess?
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| Always running through my head
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| Now I can’t get out of bed
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| Stomach sick, dizzy head
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| Singing helps all right
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| But I’ve been singing all night
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| Try to open up my eyes
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| Take some time to realize
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| Sometime’s shit won’t feel all right
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| Got to remember to fight
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| Off the darkness that creeps in sometimes
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| And turn that sadness into something that feels right
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| Cause you’re two friends I can count on when I’m blue
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| You pull me up, you dust me off, you pull me through
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| You’re my love, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| It’s true, you’re my love, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| It’s true you’re my love, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Darling, it’s true |