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Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good going for myself
But what goes wrong?
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel sad (sad)
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel sad (sad)
I guess I just, I guess I just, I guess I just
Wasn't made for these times
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
(Wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't)
