Killing Me

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Let's pour some gasoline on all the
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things we can't ignore anymore
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'Til the oxygen is thinner than the
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line that you draw 'cross your jaw every
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time I crack a joke. Don't ya know?

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It is killing me to
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watch this thing get the better of you
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It is driving me insane the way the
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cage has sunk into your head
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You're not dead
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You got a heartbeat in you.

Em A C F#7

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Gather up your gumption,
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get your guts unglued, and go, go, go
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On and on until they drop out of you
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Anything, just begin anew
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So, you got a screw or two loose, boo hoo. 

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It is killing me to
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watch this thing get the better of you
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It is driving me insane the way you
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claim to be okay but quit
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playing the game, started staying the same
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You got nothin' to say

Em A C F#7

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   So, you're tired. Well, we're all tired
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We're weary to the bones, same as you
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Bless your rest instead of festering
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Better yet: go put it to some use
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Work to do. Gotta start and gotta see it through

      D7
It is killing me to
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watch this thing get the better of you
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It is driving me insane the way you can find
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complaint with a saint or the sainthood, holier than thou
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Grief with the thief and the gambler, the rich and their riches
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Hate for the haughty; no hope for the humble
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Not so kind a word as can't be muttered or mumbled
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No word to encourage when my knees start to buckle
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Can't you give me a sign that it's worth all of this trouble
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to look you in the eye in the mirror every day?