Lyrics
Around my bubble in eighty days,I was out of luck, it was getting late
Passed my time counting good intentions,Lobotomized at the intervention
Can’t count the times that I’ve been beat--Nowhere to go, I always took the back seat
Tweaking like a monkey who’s smoked too much crack-On the brink of checking out, and not coming back-
I was at my lowest when—
There in her hand, held out my heart,
True came my dream, it made me scream whoohoo
Up against the wall, the world grown bleak, I was tired of just being a side show freak
I was hunted like a dog with credit card debt,Put my eggs in one, then lost the bet
Normal’s out, and I was too low on feeling, I’d never rise above the ever dropping ceiling
I only wish I’d remember to smile, No use in being something stored on a file.
I was at my lowest when—
There in her hand, held out my heart,
True came my dream, it made me scream whoohoooo
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