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Sometimes, I think that all is vain
Some days, I feel that all is pain
From scratch, we outta start it again
From now, we’ll run the race in this lane
Am I out of line?
I don’t mind
Out of line
All the time
Sometimes, my mind gets so confused
I know I often blow a fuse
When I get all these questions and doubts
Sometimes it’s hard to figure it out
Out of line
I don’t mind
Out of line
All the time
Why are always we the ones to walk through that maze?
We get lost inside it; help us go through that stage
Sick and tired of having to rewrite our music in our brains
And I’m sick and tired of hearing you criticize
We’re starting all over again
Sometimes, I think that all is vain
Some days, I feel that all is pain
From scratch, we outta start it again
From now, we’ll run the race in this lane
Sick and tired of having to rewrite our music in our brains
And I’m sick and tired of hearing you analyze
We’re starting all over again