| I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Or get it off my back
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| I don’t wanna dance around the subject
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| You and I both know better than that
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| I tried to make the best of it
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| But in the end it didn’t really mean much
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| Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano
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| Breathing in the dust
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| My dog died
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| «When you were six!»
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| Really? |
| I guess I’ve never gotten over it
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| Dark cloud constantly hovering over me
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| I’ve been a bad seed ever since the ovaries
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| Momma looked at me and told me what it was
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| Said boy’s got a shadow big enough to block the sun
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| When it’s all said and done, I’m comfortable and numb
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| To the fact that I’m constantly sweating under the gun
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| But it’s worth it, ain’t it? |
| My friends think I’m famous
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| My manager wants to put his foot inside of my anus
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| Haven’t got a decent night’s sleep now in ages
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| And all I got to show is empty loose-leaf pages
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| It piles up but that’s the life that I’m used to
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| Pressing up against the knife with a loose screw
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| Sing the blues and everybody assumes you could use
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| A little old-fashioned, down home talking to
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| I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Or get it off my back
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| I don’t wanna dance around the subject
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| You and I both know better than that
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| I tried to make the best of it
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| But in the end it didn’t really mean much
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| Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano
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| Breathing in the dust
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| My truck broke
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| «You ride the bus!»
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| Well it never showed up and it really sucked
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| Storm water constantly filling my cup
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| Been a hot mess ever since I was just a pup
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| Papa looked at me and told me what it is
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| Said boy’s got a weight on his shoulders no one can lift
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| Tried a couple times and honestly I admit it’s a bitch
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| But I kind of appreciate what it did cause it’s worth it
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| Yeah? |
| The world gets a laugh but my girl’s telling me I
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| Could benefit from a quack
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| Haven’t got a moment in forever-and-a-half, and they wonder why I’m drinking
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| like a pirate in a crashed ship
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| That’s it, no more no less
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| You should learn to be as comfortable with your mess
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| Sing the blues and everybody expects they could be the one to save you from the
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| depths
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| I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Or get it off my back
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| I don’t wanna dance around the subject
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| You and I both know better than that
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| I tried to make the best of it
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| But in the end it didn’t really mean much
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| Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano
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| Breathing in the dust |