| If I could give this all back
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| I would be home in the morning
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| I’d wake up in a cold sweat
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| Take a flight back to the city I was born in
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| And I would wipe myself clean
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| Of what I knew was unimportant
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| I’d want typical things
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| I’d try to fit back into all my old clothing
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| And I would prove myself wrong
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| That all along, the problem was me
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| With all my bitterness gone
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| Happy, I’d be
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| I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs
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| And I’ll put all my pieces back together
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| Where they belong, and I’ll say
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| «I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»
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| And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love
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| And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
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| And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say
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| «Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess
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| Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God»
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| So I paid off my debts, but I found the world boring
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| So I called my old friends, but they only ever ask me how tour is
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| And there’s still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it
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| I guess the stage was my mask
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| I forgot the way I looked before I wore it
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| And I would prove myself wrong
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| That all along, the problem was me
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| With all my bitterness gone
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| Happy, I’ll be
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| I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs
|
| And I’ll put all my pieces back together
|
| Where they belong, and I’ll say
|
| «I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»
|
| And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love
|
| And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
|
| And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say
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| «Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess
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| Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess»
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| That’s not what I had hoped
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| Now I find comfort in the cold
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| I’ll move back home forever, I’ll feed the dogs
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| And I’ll put all my pieces back together
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| Where they belong, and I’ll say
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| «I'm a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess»
|
| And I’ll take 89 to Boston, see my love
|
| And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
|
| And we’ll get drunk, and she’ll say
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| «Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess
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| Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God» |