Come On, Guys taby ukulele według Worst Party Ever (Chwyty barytonu)

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Love how you 
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Disappear, if I need you
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You're sleeping, I get that
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I want you to know that I try

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To figure out, where I'm going
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And where I'm sleeping 
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And how much emotion is showing
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And one can only imagine the things that you think of
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I want to see the country, without goodbyes
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But I can't afford that 
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So fuck my life
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And all these guessing games
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And they all just feel the same 
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And I'm sorry
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When did I leave the seventh grade?
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You feel sick, I'm tired 
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I don't even know what to say
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My words can't make my problems go away

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You say I lose things
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That I can't find
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There's no more covers
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Left to hide in
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You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try
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Everyone's stuck, living their skewed up version of life
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And now I have a job
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And Bobby's living in Tallahassee
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I wish I had tried more

I wish I had tried more
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I wish I had tried more
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And all these guessing games

And they all just feel the same
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And I'm sorry
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When did I stop thinking this way?
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I feel sick, I'm tired
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I don't even know what to say
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Your words can't make my problems go away
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And all these guessing games
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And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry
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When do I stop feeling this way?
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I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say
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My words can't make my problems go away

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