Got a house on my back
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pushing me over
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making me weak on my feet
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And a head on my shoulders
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makes me uneasy
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making me dizzy for weeks
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You got me on a weak day
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you got me at a bad time to talk.
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A screw loose and rolling
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into a pile in the corner
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I thought I should warn you
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I got a shark at my ankles
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hung by a tightrope
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I’m scrappy/unhappy again
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And that I’ll never last like this
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it makes me too tired
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I’m loaded on vodka, two straws and soda
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You got me on a weak day
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you got me on a bad time to talk
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but you got me on a weak day
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you got me at the worst time of all
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I’m on over
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filled up and far gone
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I tried to warn you,
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but that’s not my job
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‘cause somebody took me down
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from on the top shelf
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it couldn’t get worse I say to myself
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and I’ve got my head screwed on so tight it hurts
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sometimes it don’t work
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so I got the prescription
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to take the time off
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make it unravel
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go out and travel for days
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bring back my stories
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stopping your worries
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I’m trying to keep them at bay
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You got me on a weak day
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it’s such a bad time to talk
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you caught me on a weak day
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you got me at the worst time of all
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Get me when I’m soft
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and my shoes falling off, and
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I’ll make my way back again
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But you got me on a weak day
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you got me at the worst time of all
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I’m not feelin’ well
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I’m cracked like a bell
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I’m shot like a shell to pieces.
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Weak Day
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| Lisa Loeb |
