| People try to help me
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| Their words are no better than mines
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| I’m sick of trying to keep straight
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| When I know that it’s too late
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| There’s nothing left to do
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| I think I blew my cool
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| Floating in the mess I made
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| Losing when the cards are laid
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| But the sympathy that you give to me, is all i really need
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| And when you lose control, you lose control
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| You need someone to hold, you need someone to hold
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| I’m broken beat, I’ve had enough, I’m tired of acting tough
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| I’m giving up, I’m giving up
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| Floating in the mess I made
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| Losing when the cards are laid
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| But the sympathy that you give to me, is all i really need
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| And when you lose control, you lose control
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| You need someone to hold, you need someone to hold
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| I’m broken beat, I’ve had enough, I’m tired of acting tough
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| I’m giving up, I’m giving up |