| I can’t sleep in my bed anymore.
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| My home says so little now.
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| Everyone’s gone in mind.
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| And I paint myself in a corner.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| I’d love to be you so I don’t have to feel this way.
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| Tell me are you happy now?
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| Tell me did it all work out?
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| It’s too late.
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| It’s too late.
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| But, do you feel the same?
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| I reach out to you for help.
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| I see myself in envy or do I admire how happy you are?
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| Either way I’d walk in your shoes.
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| But, she fits them better
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| She fits them better than…
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| I’d love to be you so I don’t have to feel this way.
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| Tell me are you happy now?
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| Tell me did it all work out?
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| It’s too late.
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| It’s too late.
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| But, do you feel the same?
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| Do you feel the same?
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| As my life hangs from a string.
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| And you have grabbed the scissors.
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| Was it just a summer fling?
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| As these flowers start to wither.
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| And no matter what I think.
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| As you will make decisions.
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| And I can’t even blink cause I lost all my ambitions.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| I’d love to be you so I don’t have to feel.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| You’ve got it made.
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| I’d love to be you so I don’t have to feel this pain.
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| Tell me are you happy now?
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| Tell me did it all work out?
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| It’s too late.
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| It’s too late.
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| But, do you feel the same?
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| She fits them better than.
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| She fits them better than me.
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| Do you feel the same? |