(Benson/Falkner)
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My mother raise me single-handedly
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In a Louisiana hell called Harvey
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I never know what I'm supposed to be
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Turned over every rock for clues
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Of what it is to be me
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And I never know what's going on
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But I'm blessed and I guess
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And I swim in the streets when it rains
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And I've seen grown men act so insane
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But now the weather has changed
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But in my head the climate's still the same
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I still feel pain each time I hear my name
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But I never know what's going on
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But I'm blessed and I guess
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And I used to be so flattered
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But now I just feel shattered
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And I try not to think about it
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My head's already clouded
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And I have castanet fingers
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And I sweat bullets when I'm triggered
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And I'd like to wind up with someone like her
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And we'll live happily ever after
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But it won't matter that I'm a little scattered
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And I never know what's going on
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I'm Blessed
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| Brendan Benson |
