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I gotta say, life isn't how I expected.
But in a way, I guess that's nice.
O, not really.
And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
And maybe you're right, but what can I do
All these pills, bookkeeping, pleasant things like so
So many things, ah, how I want them, but money comes and goes.
And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
And maybe you're right, but what can I do?
What am I upposed to do with this mess called life?
And people say,
'You'll figure it out somewhere along the way.'
Still every night I'd cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?
And you'd think that I'd cry myself to sleep.
Do you see a bit of you in me?
