Someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this, take my money, take my wallet, take my shoes...
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Sometimes you get wrapped up so far into the negative that you can't apreciate the good any more due to your own bitterness. Once you do realize you'd do anything to get out of it.
Lyrics
Well I been downhearted baby, ever since the day we met. So I hid behind all those old songs, baby how blue can you get...and the smoke fille my lungs like I was dying, and the summer sunset kissed my fingertips. So someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this, take my money take my wallet, take my shoes. Get a good, good hold of me and pull on the count of three, just do whatever you've gotta do...do what you gotta do.
And it's cold outside on a Monday. Maybe that's the weather's sympathy. We hate the traffic and the tax forms, and our day jobs...what ungreatful men are we. So what, then, do I do with all these feelings, all the anger, all the there, but Grace, go I. (-CHORUS 2X-)
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