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I'm a stick in the mud A few cards short of a deck now The lights on, no one’s home I'm the sharpest tool in the shed I'm the brightest light inside your head If I say it again, will I believe it then? You’ve got a right to just say what you think I’ve got a right to not believe a thing, when you Give me a chance and take it back Yell at me and make me laugh Tell me how to catch my breath but I'm drowning now Invite me in and throw me out Shake my hand, say goodbye And let me cry it out In another life I’d be walking alone at night Home again A pipe dream coming in I'm not even living it all Yet I could miss it like I did it a thousand times Perfect crime I'm nostalgic for a life I missed But I’ll get through it clenching my fist when you Give me a chance and take it back Yell at me and make me laugh Tell me how to catch my breath but I'm drowning now Invite me in and throw me out Shake my hand, say goodbye And let me cry it out