| Sometimes I hate everyone and everything
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| To the world itself
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| Even though I’m the portrait of health
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| And been blessed with many things
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| Cause when it seems life’s beginning to take a splendid lead
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| Suddenly, everything tends to lean negatively
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| I used to feel my luck was bled from me at seventeen
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| Because ever since positive outcomes have been seldom seen
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| They tell me that bouts with doubt can self-fulfill prophetically
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| And that’s prolly why John & Paul said that it’s best to Let It Be
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| And I use to be the cat with plenty kinetic energy
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| Happy go lucky, Mr. Follow-Your-Dream-And-Set-It-Free
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| But over the years, son, I’ve been jaded to the Nth degree
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| I hate it, cause my sense of grief is blatant and my friends agree
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| See, people’s selfish deeds lead to my bleak expectancy
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| (Like) If I catch the E, I never expect to see an empty seat
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| (Nice) But in typical fashion, this’ll pass until my next defeat
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| Until I’m stressing deep and forced to beg and plea
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| Till then we’ll sing
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| They say I’m a natural born pessimist
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| And that’s fuckin' wild
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| Must’ve come with my mother’s smile and father’s bullheadedness
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| I pull ahead and get pulled back, but I keep strugglin'
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| Son, I feel like I couldn’t catch a break beat jugglin'
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| Still I reach upward and on, and proceed trudging along
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| As I lead these brothers in arms, to achieve what’s in our hearts
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| But the scene’s shrugging us off
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| So
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| I just remember that every dream comes with a scar
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| When I see something I want
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| When it seems nothing is wrong
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| Well
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| I gotta keep telling myself to stop
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| Waitin' for the other foot to drop
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| Live in the moment
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| Sit on the throne and just take a look from the top
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| It’s a whole other perspective to see the good that you got
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| Now, if it’s an omen, quit with the moanin'
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| Don’t let it push you to flop
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| That’s like being spooked at the doc since you was a baby
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| Still shook from the shot
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| Don’t imagine a tragic end to the book, when there’s not
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| You gotta try to rewrite in spite of how crooked the plot
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| Now, when you go this long uphill, you lose the will to climb it
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| So I wrote this song to remind me of the silver linin'
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| In a world this wrong, gotta carry a sword that’s strong
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| And slice 'em all with smiles
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| Y’all, I fight 'em as I kill with kindness
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| Nobody wants a Bitter Benny or a Debbie Downer
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| Or a Sad Sam that be wrapping a wet blanket around them
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| Keep a sunny disposition, breathe out
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| Cause life has a way of stripping the paint off of your dream house
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| It’s simple, indeed these things seem to be easy to see
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| But they easily flee your mind as you find repeated deceit
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| Now, there’s reasons the weak of will never dream or believe
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| Before they leap, they concede to defeat and agree to retreat
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| Now, when fatigue has really got you by the balls
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| Remember that if you really didn’t believe you’d succeed
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| Then you wouldn’t have tried at all
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| So, jump regardless of the consequence
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| Cause even on the night of the apocalypse
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| Everybody’s an optimist
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| No matter how hard it seems
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| There’s always someone in another position
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| So, when it rains, just hold on
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| When it’s gray, just hold on
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| When there’s pain, just hold on
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| When it rains
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| And when it rains, think dry skies
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| When it’s gray, think bright lights
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| When there’s pain, just smile, smile
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| When it rains
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| I know it seems everyday is a struggle to keep yourself outta trouble
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| This modern jungle is jumbled with muddled puzzles to stump you
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| And snipers gunning to stumble you
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| Like you’ve been hunted
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| Dude, how the hell are you telling us 'Life is wonderful'?
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| Some of you have come to conclusions/assumptions
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| But nothing as true or stunning
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| That misery becomes something that’s comfortable
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| Trumping the will to shun it
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| Run from it if you’re stuck in a rut or two
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| So, I figured I’d drum up something I could hum to you
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| (Like this) |