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My stomach hurts I can't sleep
What the hell's inside of me
Makes me feel this way
Almost every day
Was it something I did as a hurtful kid?
My payback from way back?
It's the way that it goes

When I’m down
And filled with gloom
And feel like I can’t compete
I slip into my old tap shoes
And dance around with two left feet

With one click of my heels
Scrape of my toes

From South Carolina
To San Francisco
I'm always waiting here
Outside of this door
I hope that my key fits
I hope that this lock clicks
Because I'll find you standing there
With your dyed black hair

I don't like the way that I've been
So unfeeling and full of sin
Trying hard but you can hardly tell
Home is where you hang yourself

Four months and seven days
You're still here and I'm amazed
I'm not a victim, I victimize

I'm losing my mind in a record amount of time
Is it all in my head?
These ghosts in the hall ways, and mirrors, and under my bed

In each town I find there's always a graveyard near by
I'm taking here home
That girl from Glasgow whose father just left her alone

Hey lonely girl
Living in your spinning world
Can you hear me
Singing out so clearly

I know my voice is small
Chances are it can’t go that far
But I’ve got a feeling

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again
But it's not the same the names have all changed
And my best friend and ex girlfriend aren't to blame
I did this myself it's a sick cry for help
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean
Additional stress that will come from the press
The mess I made putting my life on parade

People keep confusing things
Just pick up a magazine
From the billboard adds to the TV Screen
You shake your head and say that's not me
On and on and on and on
Let them push that one note song
You don't have to sing along
Your inside beauty is coming out strong

I start each day out the same. Stretching out my panda arms reaching for a guitar to play
but now my best friend’s at my feet. I can tell by her tiny cries. Its time for us to eat
we shuffle to that old wood stove. I put on a pot of tea and fill up both her bowls
since we have no place to go we bow our sleepy heads and clap along to the radio

it goes tra la la la la la la

my brother lives on 14th and church

This day went by in a usual way
Some film was shot
Some songs were played
None of which I’m gonna save
But in the end I’m still the same
But in the end I’m still the same

To clear my head I took a drive

I used to think that being alone
would some how simplify my life
but I really know myself
know I'm going to miss tonight

talking on the telephone
having all the postage paid
never made me feel as good

Don't ever grow up kid", That's what my grandpa told me, right before they checked him in and cataloged his clothing. cause when you are a little child then crazy is creative.

Then you reach a certain age and the world will deem you dangerous, but I would never hurt a fly unless it sold my secrets to a spider on the wall, whose eight eyes are contagious.

I wanna tell you all these things before I see the doctor, cause I don't know what I'll remember one they start to shock me

Yes the world will be cold, yes, the world will be cruel