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Lately I've been feeling lower than a limbo stick can go.
Stressing out all about the things I know I can't control.
Everything is going but not the way the handbook said.
Instead of living I'm just drilling further into my own head.
But you, recolour all my blues, can whistle all my tunes.
Yeah, and only you can keep my insides glued the way you do.
Another day, another dollar equals seven bucks a week.
Yeah, nobody buys my music they download it all for free.
My smile feels like it's broken until I come home and see.
All the faces that you're making playing Super Mario Galaxy.
Because you, recolour all my blues, can whistle all my tunes.
Yeah, and only you can keep my insides glued the way you do.
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Because you, recolour all my blues, can whistle all my tunes.
Yeah, and only you can keep my insides glued the way you do.
Because you, recolour all my blues, can whistle all my tunes.
Yeah, and only you can keep my insides glued the way you do.
What do you think?