| The critic mind is here today |
| The same old thing as yesterday |
| In the shower, the yard and on the bike |
| It's cold as ice |
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| Spoil the picnic, spoil the fun |
| Spoiling ad nauseam |
| In the universe the clouds are clear |
| And my baby's here |
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| The sorry words I tell myself |
| The ancient thoughts of someone else |
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| And once in a while |
| You turn up the dial... |
| To an old tape playing in my head |
| To an old tape playing in my head |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
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| What did I find in a broken heart? |
| A pig, a dig and a faulty start |
| You're more gentle than I'll ever be |
| So be gentle with me |
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| The sorry words I tell myself |
| The ancient thoughts of someone else |
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| And once in a while |
| You turn up the dial... |
| To an old tape playing in my head |
| To an old tape playing in my head |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
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| I'll tune it out and live instead |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
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| I'll tune it out and live instead |
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| Once in a while |
| You turn up the dial... |
| To an old tape playing in my head |
| I'll tune it out and live instead |
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