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Can't explain


Can’t explain
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right
Can’t explain
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right

*Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead

What a shame
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight

(* repeat)

Let it go, what I say, yeah

Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight

(* repeat)

Let it go, one more time, yeah 


Agitated 
Oh, I'm so agitated, so agitated
Run through a washing machine, agitated,
I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted
I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it

It's five a.m. and I'm crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls

You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks, and I don't need no shrink, I just hate it

Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead, just like my cousin Fred.

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