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Text: Puddle of Mudd. Out of my Head.

Out of my head
What is wrong with all my friends
I know that I am unlike them
Just another situation
Don’t hold me back
I don’t look good to them

They always act so dirty
They keep themselves so clean
Why can’t they find the answers
To the questions that are right in front of me
I’m so high, I’m never low
I’ll hold the sky, never letting go

Let it go
No ones ever listening
The lines are crossed somewhere between
My head is spinning like a top
I don’t know when this shit is going to stop

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You fill my cup, I’m good to go
So shake me up, ? ? ?
Go...go....go...

I’m so high, I’m never low
I’ll hold the sky, and I’m never letting go
Go....go....go....

Nobody told me
Looking back in my childhood
Wasn’t to bad but it wasn’t that great
I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks
Feels like it’s holding me down again
Starring down a pitch black road
Painted lines show me the direction
Sun is burning on my face
Sun is setting me on fire

Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run

I can’t find my way back home
Lost my head down there some where
Could we just be gone alone
Lived in doubt of fear I’ve shown
Gazing down a long gray road
I see the stop sign way up ahead
The sun is burning on my face
Sun is setting me on fire
No body told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me nobody told me

Same old shit different day
Gotta get up, gotta get up
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