The Sunday Paper is a mess And Im not gonna pick it up, you are If I could just get on with it It dont matter my hairs a mess Cause youre not gonna Fix it up for me, I am If I could just get on with it I would take a breath Outside myself A stranger place I couldnt find And no one knows who I am And you cant say my name Cant think of anything else worse Cause if I didnt fuck it up You would Why cant you just do something right Just once change my mind cause if you can Id be the one you know I am But youre so blind, you always were I didnt catch your name I would take abreath outside myself A stranger place I couldnt find And no one knows who I am And you cant say my name
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