Psycho therapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
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Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
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He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
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So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a Glasgow kiss so come on!
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Close just one eye, let a part of me die
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Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
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I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically
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I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically
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But I'm waning waiting alphabetically
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As I keep dropping bombs
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Dropping bombs
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Dropping bombs apologetically
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It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night
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When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
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The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
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It's the truth so bent, it can't be broken
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Jealousy got the best of me and had a conference with the rest of me
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And said if this is all that's left for me then there's little room for regret
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That little voice (hey!)
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Little voice (hey!)
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Little voice inside
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Said if you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead
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Might as well be dead
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So I apologize, mostly to the four or five guys
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Who stand behind me on the stage every night
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As the mic starts to whisper
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And the words start to blister in my mouth
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That I know aren't right
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I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot
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It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face
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So wear it lightly like a hat that can quickly be replaced
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I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot
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So tell me again how my life should have been
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Before I was spineless, before I gave in
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Because everybody thinks it's timeless
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Well time's running out
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One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face
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Tongue-Splitter
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Protest The Hero |